The hillsides came alive as flaming horses streaked across the horizon.
Galloping, galloping with an urgent passion.
The frantic roar grew, amplified by an unseen power.
Instinctively, she knew she could not outrun them, even though the voices in her mind were screaming to be heard over the din.
Instead, she was rooted in place, captivated and unable to escape.
With wide eyes, she allowed her body to lie down and sink into the soil.
The glow illuminated her face and played with the stinging hot tears mixing with the earth.
Her hands dug into the soil, trapping dirt beneath her fingernails.
This was where she belonged.
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Beautiful, Lyssa, and good to see you in my In box. What is this for? It’s very poetic and interesting, but what inspired it? Or is this something everyone else gets, and I don’t?
Thanks. It’s been percolating in my head for a few days. I thought about writing a separate post in explanation. It’s linked to the last poem I wrote on the blog, with two things that inspired it – one, I drive past fields of sunflowers on the way to work and two, we’ve had lots of fires in the area recently.
Ah! I must have missed the last one. I’ll go back and read. Fields of sunflowers would make me happy! Thanks for the explanation.
Fields if sunflowers are pure joy. Let me know what you think of the other poem! Entitled Bending slightly in the breeze.
Where is it? I went back through posts and don’t see it. I’ve been pretty on top of reading all of your posts… A Moment of Fear is the last one I see, and then going back they are about the wedding, post wedding, etc… Can you send me the link? I’d like to read it, Lyssa.
Here you go!