Flight

I had a flying horse
With sleek muscles
And sensuous flanks

Dark coat and silver calves
With an arrow’s quicksilver speed
Fired off by a master archer

No hound could match her
No wolf could ever catch up
No pride could ever prey her
The fleetest stallion
Had not her heart and steel

On paths green and plain
Or covered in fall leaves
Over crags and mountains
Over creeks and dunes
No twisted path could gainsay her
Nor overhanging branch deny her

She and me flying by
Amidst a gathering of
Mouths dropped in awe
Eyes gleaming in worship
And glittering with envy
Covetous glances a-plenty

I never ride her for sport
Just enough for some grub
And to taste freedom chill

I named her Wanda
For her suggestive powers