Summoned Steeds
Summoned Steeds
Summoned steeds
noble horses sent into the void
contorted and changed within
then called back in a shimmering blaze
of black or sometimes white heat.
From a rune or a chant
there could appear,
depending on a rider’s taste,
a colt, a broodmare, or a stallion
be either warm-blooded or cold-blooded,
many hands tall or a few hands short,
with coats and manes of black or white
as often is the rider’s ideal.
But the only contorting that could occur
was that showing on the surface;
the essence within remained.
Heads filled with thoughts of fight-or-flight.
Heightened sense of eye and ear.
Perfect balance–
ability to see legs and feet unseen.
The urge to speed and gallop,
reaching destinations sooner
than if journeyed on foot.
And like real horses
the feeling that compels
faces to approach,
sniff, and nibble.
Destination reached,
rider dismounts,
sending mount
back into nothingness.
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Authors: Robert William Shmigelsky. Form: Poem. Length: 31 lines. Editor who accepted this story: Previous Editors.
Author Bio
Robert William Shmigelsky is unapologetic in his pursuit of excellent high fantasy and has been writing fantasy for himself longer than he can remember, but has only recently begun to write for others.
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October 11th, 2012 at 10:10 am
I like Haiku and enjoyed reading your poem.