Rider written by Polly Oliver at Spillwords.com

Rider

Rider

written by: Polly Oliver

@Polrocksnbones

 

Through wet-silver’d lanes

arc’d over with green

deep as myth you rode

under flying moon and pale sun-

rinsed pure and meek

by the adolescent year’s flurries.

The dough-soft hills of your kingdom-

whispering land startled awake-

rolled away under thudding black hooves

driven on by your urgent legs.

But how you wished instead

you could ride astride raven or hawk

whose route would not be thwarted

by the twists in ancient lanes

or sudden bends in old ways;

but direct as a feather-tipped dart

taking you and your love to the waiting heart

of the flower-cheeked one you loved before

your days flowed apart

carrying dreams to unplanned shores.

But you, beloved, stare down the dark,

riding with fury against the push of Time,

That rolls boulders to pebbles which lie

silent in the endless wash of tides.

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