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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

"Bareback Pantoum"


                         One Night,          
      bareback and young, we rode through the woods
      and the woods were on Fire-
      two borrowed Horses, two local boys
      whose waist we clung to, my sister and I,
     
     
     and the woods were on Fire-
     the pounding of hooves and the smell of smoke
     and the sharp sweat of the boys
     whose waist we clung to, my sister and I
     as we rode toward Flame with the Sky in our
     mouths


     the pounding of hooves and the smell of smoke
     and the sharp sweat of the boys
     and the Heart saying: mine 
     as we rode toward Flame with the Sky in our
     mouths-
     the Trees turning gold, then crimson, white


     and the Heart saying: mine
     of the Wild, Bright world;
     the Trees turning gold, then crimson, white
     as they Burned in the Darkness, and we were the
     girls
    

     of the Wild, Bright world
     of the Woods near our house-we could turn, see
     the
     Lights
     and they Burned in the Darkness, and we were the
     girls
     so we rode just to ride
     
     

     through the Woods near our house-we could turn,
     see the Lights-
     and the Horses would carry us, carry us home
     so we rode just to ride
     my sister and I, just to be close to the Danger of
     Love


     and the Horses would carry us, carry us home
     -two borrowed horses, two local boys,
     my sister and I- just to be close to that Danger,
     Desire-
     one night, bareback and young, we rode through the
     woods. 



from  New Letters
  by Cecilia Woloch  


~Beannaichte'
27 May, 2013 


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