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Blue Colts

by Leslie Ann Eisenberg

Behold the iron coach
destiny his temptress
The flock shudders on their perches
as he peels off his wrath

Their youthful laughter once
echoed gaily until
the whistle severed their innocence

Herds of them, sons of valiant heroes
plunge into a blood letting paradise
their flanks leaping lances
Hearts a steel tomb

02/11/2004

Author's Note: unfinished,...... IM me if you have suggestions or care to critique.

Posted on 03/14/2004
Copyright © 2024 Leslie Ann Eisenberg

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Andrew S Adams on 03/14/04 at 06:38 AM

ooh, imagery galore here, it is a feast for the readers mind. i cant quite wrap my mind around an interpritation, but perhaps that's a good thing. a good draft here, that's for sure. peace:a

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