MAG Poetry Competition 2010 – Shortlisted Poem

Kelpie

by Gareth Roberts

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

Judges' comments on this poem

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.

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