Monday, August 16, 2010

Ghazal (my first)

The gunshot The bells in my eyes
Lunge in to wind Back to the stable

Thorns in my sides Winged
for a cool trough drink in the stable

Thunder in the cloud at my flank
A bucket of oats in the stable

The sound when it snapped
Bridle off-hook Back in the stable

Dropped from stampede as light acrossed
my empty stall back in the stable

In the hay The earth still
Saw grim in eyes back in the stable

Shoot her wild or long-nurse it back
What becomes of a beast in the stable

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