The Flight of the Horse

A poem of mythical proportions

Image by Karen .t from Pixabay

Amidst the clouds it galloped,
Its wings reflect the sun.
Racing through the stratosphere,
Cantering in fun.

Its hooves created lightning,
And thunder boomed below,
As the horse flew through the stormy sky,
Dashing to and fro.

Diving, swooping, plunging,
Playing chicken with the birds,
And rising to the Heavens
To inspire poetic words.

Then, Pegasus descended
With a swift and whooshing sound,
Wings folded flat along his back,
Hurtling to the ground.

Wherever Pegasus struck his hoof
An inspiration fountain burst,
Like Hippocrene the sacred spring
Where muses quenched their thirst.

Now back on Mount Olympus
Where he served his master, Zeus,
And to the caretaker of his youth
Urania the Muse.