My Pegasus

 

It must have been moon-glow

intoxication that entered

my soul one lonely night

a night when I thought

all was lost in heaven and earth

when I could no longer stand my

loveless existence 

 

The ink black sky opened

in a burst of golden rainbow

colours clambering

to embrace this lonely

poetess whose pen had dried

like the shell of a fallen

star exposed to elements of

a changeable cosmos ~

 

You, my saviour of the night

keeper of my dreams,

rescuer of this woman

locked in a castle

high on the rugged cliffs

of loneliness overlooking

an angry sea ready

to drown all hopes 

 

You came in answer

to a siren’s call

Never giving up

the Gods’ would hear

my prayers carried

in whispers on the

wings to your heart ~

 

Come my Pegasus...

ride across the infinite

heavens’ home of

uncountable stars

with your golden bridle

of love to the precious place

in my heart held only for you ~

 

 

(c) Helen M. Crutchett (All rights reserved)

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading my words! ~ Helena ~

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Something magical happened here on a night when everything seemed lost. Certainly by the final line, the sense of loneliness had gone and a sense of something new had started. Lovely imagery here and I like your posted artwork Helena.

Chris

[angelina neves]

magic in the air! very beautiful

[Cadel]

Sometimes miracles happen through other people, I like to view it that way.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i agree with John...makes us go a couple possible directions..but certainly---magic happened, mythological in its effect---but real at the same time.
j.

[Helen Crutchett]

Thanks for visiting and leaving your lovely review j.

h.

[John the Baptist]

This one is enticing. Did the poet have some sort of mystical experience, or did someone new enter her life? A case can be made for either possibility, but only the poet knows for sure. Quite a moving work.

[Helen Crutchett]

Thank you kindly for your meaningful review!

Helena

[Wondering Mind]

No ink shall dry
from the well of poetry
as shall no poet(ess)'s dream die

[Helen Crutchett]

That was a sweet comment, thank you so much!

Helena