The White Horse

The White Horse             

 

The white horse danced past in curlicues along the wet sand.

 

Its shadow changed places like a leprechaun.

The brine from my cheeks saddled down a path

 

Chased by things it could not control.

 

The grace was unmistakable.

The scudding waves flew past its body as it threw itself neck and croppers

 

Down its own body or else it could not hope to escape.

I stood up unbalanced under the weight of her absence

 

And depressed by the thought of how profane my expressions would sound.

I ran, the absence of something driving me like a mad Romantic.

My feelings reperfusioned up into a flotilla and they turned meteorically towards her.

It spelled death for him.

She was too far for my body.

The sea hummed a roaring dirge

Up the hills

Into the frilly wind that

Glues together life

And death

And shadows.

 

Reviews

[@JenniferNicholeAuthor]

Wow, there is something haunting about this Koushik. Something shifting and reflective, like the aurora borealis or an opal in the sun... I like that.

[Koushik Sen]

I tried to portray absence... yes you are quite right... "Something shifting and reflective"- i meant it to be like that to portray the sense of loss :)