Poetry
Wild Mustangs in the Washoe Forest
Kelly Smith
Gunmetal clouds press against the permanence of the sun
The sky becomes a cauldron of lemon colored ore
I search for you everywhere
because my eyes lead me to believe
you dwell in the supple horizon
or behind the veil of slim pine needles
dripping with reflective humidity
I want to see how your love changes this earth.
How you gallop against the wind with irreverence Gather and scatter
you move together in formation
as if you have wings
Fallen Pegasi
Equines with bigger eyes than any mammal
Bigger than my own eyes
Lids lifted high in wonder
I submit to the light of flying hoofs
A scene that nests in the film reel of my mind
A kettle drum tempo
Mixed with explosive snorts
and screams into the sky
I close my eyes and listen
as bones flux memories and breath
into smelted pools of graceful heartache
This is what it means to be free
The sky becomes a cauldron of lemon colored ore
I search for you everywhere
because my eyes lead me to believe
you dwell in the supple horizon
or behind the veil of slim pine needles
dripping with reflective humidity
I want to see how your love changes this earth.
How you gallop against the wind with irreverence Gather and scatter
you move together in formation
as if you have wings
Fallen Pegasi
Equines with bigger eyes than any mammal
Bigger than my own eyes
Lids lifted high in wonder
I submit to the light of flying hoofs
A scene that nests in the film reel of my mind
A kettle drum tempo
Mixed with explosive snorts
and screams into the sky
I close my eyes and listen
as bones flux memories and breath
into smelted pools of graceful heartache
This is what it means to be free
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Kelly Smith is a poet from Alaska, currently living in Colorado. Her writing explores mysticism within the liminal time and space of natural settings. Her first book of poems, Unearthly Blue, will be available on Amazon in June 2024. Pending publications also include the poem, Birth of Angels in the Spring 2024 edition of Soul-Lit.
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