Painted Ponies

A fictional account of the Paiute

Painted ponies of the Paiute
Run against the sky
Cracked lightning lights the orange fire
Desert winds stoke whipping flame
Eagle flies blind to the sun
Scorpion strikes out in vain
Antelope leap crisscrossed arroyo
Coyote calls across the sand
Rattlesnakes sing in fear together
Thatched huts explode in maelstrom storm
First People’s shadows smoke the ground
Clay pots crack and break in time
Fire-cracked stone in communal circles
Markers of forgotten stories
Great Basin parched to cracking lines
Full moon wanes to yellow bone
Awaiting dark clouds quenching rain
And painted ponies once again.

6/4/14

Reviews

[Tree]

Snapping, with crisp imagery. Even if you've never been you might feel, hear, and see this scene. Thanks to your auditory enhancing pitch, and your visually stunning illuminations... This was carefully conceived, and well executed.

[IvorySunshine]

Nice rounded ending, the flow is good and so is the rhyme. Ideal imagery. Really well written, great job

[Rick r]

I lived in the Great Basin high desert for a bit and loved seeing the wild horses gallop, see artifacts of the earlier inhabitants, and experience the quick flash of a lightning fire in the desert scrub. Stuff for dreaming. Thank you for your read. Sort of all over the place with this one, but what the heh, eh?