Prompt #7 – riff on viator form
Mind a wild stallion
snaking through switchback canyons
rearing when startled
unsure where to go
lost in a desert of grief
So that I breath in
mind an unbroken stallion
shy of other hands
listening for your voice
searching & remembering
when time ran calmly
no tangled ruminations
mind a gentled mare
and nothing behind but blue sky
the wildest thing water
Though unfamiliar with viator format I love the flow of this one. Particularly, the spacing of the final line. Really lovely.
Thank you!