To a powerful politician
One day I saw a stranger’s soul
When he came riding on a horse.
He made it pirouette in gold caparison,
Prance out bold deeds, strike sparks for my delight,
Brag proclamations of his might,
Drum thunder from the height.
But I was taken by an air instead
So soft he did not know it hovered near,
A tendril, valiant in its yearning how to grow,
A wisp of breath, a bleeding wonderment,
A hurt, a dear intent,
Its fragile strength unspent.
He thought it due his mastery, control, his huntsman’s seat
When I knelt marveling at his horse’s feet.
(c) 2015 Sophy Burnham
Author of 15 books, three on the New York Times bestseller list, Sophy Burnham is best known for her ground-breaking books on things spiritual. Her latest novel, Love, Alba is a Finalist in IndieFab Best Book of the Year Award for small press books.
Her book of poetry, Falling: Love-Struck will be published in June.
This poem simply, is wonderful. The draw of the two sides displayed contrary to each other as an idea is lovely and how they how they merge. I like this