MAG Poetry Competition 2010 – Shortlisted Poem
Kelpie
by
Newbury, UK
I am the horse-man.
I ride the dank mists in river-valleys
where swollen fords
cover your boots.
I am the breath in the darkness;
the sound of swift hooves
approaching.
My eye is fantastic;
my tongue immortal. My touch
is as cool as deep water
to make you still.
I am the weed on your pillow;
the seed in your bed
when the smell of night-blossom
is damp in your throat.
I am the horse-man.
I wait where dark streams
break the wayward path
to take you down.
Added: 23.04.2010
07.05.2010
I liked the air of dark menace in this poem.
10.05.2010
Captivated by the imagery in this - the sustained atmosphere is very effective...
26.05.2010
A great work. Thank you
27.05.2010
Fantasy, with an air of menace and sexual undercurrents. Still like it.
28.05.2010
Quite creepy. Very enjoyable!
30.05.2010
sparse, dark, unsettling, erotic. No words wasted.
14.06.2010
I voted for you in another round - and I still like the imagery. Beautiful prose
15.06.2010
Very atmospheric and haunting.
17.06.2010
Full of atmosphere and of sonority. Good use of physical senses.
22.06.2010
Menace, mystery, sense of otherworld. Love it.