Daybreak (The Legend of Shy)

The first part of a tale told in poetry

It was in the everyday

As it was

In what may have been

Days before and futures yet written

Life found itself

Taking a new turn

 

Perhaps it was a dream

Or a reality yet unborn upon the wind

For the Lady Shy

Upon the hooves of her mare

The memories of those moments

Were as real as the salt spray upon her silken hair

 

Upon that early morning

That foggy day on the Eastern shore

When the dew was thick

As molasses

Upon green grasses

Saddled and ready

Wishing to go one way

Her mare went another

To bring forth a different destiny

 

Whoa! The Lady cried

Yet her mare was sure of step

Fast and fleet

Nose to the wind

A gallop had begun

There was no retreat

A future to greet

 

Royal cloak furling

Like a flag in the wind

Lady Shy hung tight

Over field and hill

Past darkened home and cottage

Through village and vale

Out onto the sandy shore

Her mare did prevail

 

Out from no where

As the fog was thick as shadow

Rider-less, another horse galloped aside

An unspoken word, it raced ahead

Lady Shy only to cling

Her mare sped to follow

Fog sparkling around

Like the stars of Andromeda

This must be magic she thought

Another universe unbound

 

The fog began to swirl

A new sun’s rays twisting and turning

Spinning round, hooves solid onto ground

Her eyes coming wide

Morning to stand full and clear

Upon a bluff high of view

A castle pearled of white

Rose high within her sight

 

From one place to here

Lady Shy was sure of thought

Home was certainly nowhere near

Where had her mare brought her

Upon this day and foggy morn

Fearful she felt and trembled

A whispered voice she made

So simply

Oh dear…

Reviews

[Shy Girl]

Speechless :) Apparently Lady Shy's mare knows something she does not.. I've always loved stories, where you start out from one familiar place and end up trekking along finding a grand adventure, reliving the memories over again. (special indeed is this tale) Mystical and marvelous is this beautiful story, made even more so, because it's a poem. Keeping the excitement flowing is something you do very well. Adrenaline pumps within every line you craft, weaving your way to create a stunning picture of wonder and thrilling suspense. My heart is pumping awaiting what happens next to Lady Shy :)

[Shy Girl]

Hello Sir Wolf, Revisited and still one of my favorite you have posted. I like many more, as I've been reading along. It's been good to revisit some poets that I haven't read in a very long while.

Smiles =)