Shudder

A reflection.

Sleeping last night, I dreamed of you

Alive

But confined, sick and restive

In the wooden slats of a knothole-riddled, tar-framed box,

Dripping with the neglect of several weeks of blind remorse.

The belying squalid sweet of the small pink needle

Had not pierced your blood.

We still had time.  

All I had to do was lead you through the door, 

Maybe move us a few states down.

But when I woke,

I knew the silent, gelid killer had taken full affect.

Your mane still lies beyond piles of decaying leaves, 

Swirled in a mass of memories, cradling your proud neck.

Apprehension of tears raises the hollows of my eyes like

Irreplaceable bridges that forever threaten to fall.

I close my eyes and cradle the air

Envisioning your soft, sooty neck curved around me 

In incurable acceptance,

Sturdy, quiet, dark frame,

Carrying me without reserve

All those heart-and-flesh years...

Reviews

[Larry Dyson]

I have a horse like that....

[Hello, Goodbye]

I love the flow and structure of this expression.. had my attention captivated through out.. good write..

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

Nothing compares to that bond nor the loss of it. Such a heart felt and honest display of emotions, beautifully carried out.

[Ed Hart]

i cannot imagine a more heartful declaration of love and grief