One of the beauties of being a writer is that you allow your imagination free rein to go where it will. The poem below was inspired in me over a few short hours and began with a dream from which I awoke at 3am the other morning.
Green Horse
Last night I
dreamt of a green horse swimming in a lake
I had to
splash water in its face to keep it in my wake
We landed here
in Amsterdam for its low-lying shore then
I mounted the
horse and rode it all the way to Elsinore.
Welcomed by
the Danes,
a friendly people,
although they were astonished,
as riding a
green horse was behaviour to be admonished.
We continued
traveling on
until we
crossed the Rubicon
where the way
the local people spoke
to the green horse
sounded like a joke.
Green horse
was disinclined to laugh,
and so we
followed Caeser’s path,
sought out the
rather comforting charms,
of resting in
sweet Mary‘s arms.
© David L Atkinson November 2023
God Bless
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