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Hanging Doubt
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Hanging Doubt |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Doubt… No headless horseman This specter of black That haunts me As he rides his steed With sparks flying From iron shod hooves, Across the stones I have lain down Over so many years. He quickly slips a noose around me And with a slap Of his boot Leaves me dangling From gibbet Hung as Laughter From his sharp lips Mocks the idea Of comfort… Love that nurtures Without Condemnation Or scorn. Such merry eyes He turns on me With time and again. Their twinkle Accusing “Fool!” While I flail For footing And dance On thin air. |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Sounds like a rodeo rider who's been out-maneuvered. Vivid, well done! I do have a feeling this is metaphorical, but I love the literal of it, too! Powerful images! |
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Lady In White
since 2001-02-12
Posts 2799USA |
Sounds like your muse was visiting the 17th century late last eve in the footfalls of yestermoons.... very dark, and haunting....and a keeper.... |
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