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Hymn to the Otherworld
I’m unsure if it was a white horse
ruffled at the neck, unbridled
hooves in the dust until one of us
woke in the half-light of dreaming
if it burst from the stars
across a scorched earth,
punctuated the silence
that Dream Of Gerontius
made flesh, waiting for
the dark hum of man.
Did it seek out the deserts
the black tumble of time
through fingers
that latched on to longing
on to every living thing
searched for warmth
begged for a face
how it burned through the world
its muscular stride hammering
eternity into the mind
the thunder of years,
oh limitless space
the precipice of Gods
made beast
made ash
made a wild kingdom
yet to come.
Published 25th Apr 2024
Author's Note
Letters to the Old Ways
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Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
25th Apr 2024 7:32pm
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25th Apr 2024 8:08pm
Thanks. Lovely of you to say so.
…I’m a little confused, have you had another username?
-M
…I’m a little confused, have you had another username?
-M
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
25th Apr 2024 8:24pm
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25th Apr 2024 8:26pm
Ahhhh ok! Sorry, I just find it hard to keep up sometimes :)
Thanks for dropping in.
-M
Thanks for dropping in.
-M
Anonymous
- Edited 8th Jan 2025 8:45am
25th Apr 2024 8:29pm
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