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The Unicorn – part 2

by Jennifer L Banks

His hooves are worn from the miles he’s tread
His body is weary from his time in this town.
His mane flecked with grey
Those eyes so blue and hopeful
Awaiting escape.

He hears the sound of a steel vessel
A rumbling beast about to leave the bus station
The smell of exhaust infects his nostrils
Calling him to leave,
Awaiting escape.

He stays in the mists where his ghosts lie
It’s safe he feels, never venturing too close
To the real world.
Never too close to us.
He fidgets quietly.
Awaiting escape.

I dared to reach out
But like others, I have failed.
What I saw seemed so romantic
Yet now I see it a saddness.
You can never hold on to a mythical creature.
He’s looking for something, just out of reach
Awaiting escape.

I’ll walk along the gravel road,
and watch the unicorn playing in the field.
He’s so beautiful, his scars, his passion, his thought.
He fears me, though I've never put a bridle near him
Or held him back.
But he’ll just run over me,
When he escapes.

09/09/2004

Posted on 09/09/2004
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 09/10/04 at 08:27 PM

unicorn stolen away by the industrial age, interesting...

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