As the sea gallops in, the horses appear |
THE SEA OF HORSES Out across the ocean as the wind drives it to shore, comes a herd of swelling horses in a wet stampeding blur The snorting spray of liquid lungs go down against the jetties while lunging, leaping legs come up with frantic barrels breaking Pasterns pirouetting high, lunge over plunging plains, while whitecaps flash the fractious whites of a million rolling eyes Stomping hooves stretch for the sand, their iron shoes a-splashing as high-stepping steeds come grazing in over fields of swirling seaweed Sun champs upon sweetwater bits, longshanks glisten in the mist as liquid leather faints upon the edge of a thousand cliffs Teeth clattering their gnashing shells, wet ears pin back in panic as bucking, rearing, startled herds with undulating manes, fall Then, kicking, right back up they jump the driftwood floating nigh and capriole upon the crest, the froth, an ivory blaze between their eyes Now the briny, rolling arm of sea pulls on the rein of surf one final neigh, a sliding stop, the bridleless tongues are silenced Then springing back in unison, a turning on their haunches, the mighty herd comes back as one to plunge the plains forever |