A Riderless Horse (Tribute to J. Keats)

Posted: December 27, 2012 in Poetry
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The night,

dark and cold.

Galloping hooves echo,

in succession,

announcing the procession,

of a horse with no rider.

No strider,

along its side.

The saddle slides,

slipping with each stride.


This empty train of hot breath.


The too soon bereft.


  1. Reblogged this on Unhombrecalido's Blog and commented:
    Posee un estilo similar a Edgar A. Poe, creo

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