The Maiden and the Mare
Pounding, thumping, pumping,
Beating sprays of hard-caked earth
Into the air.
As charcoal grey hooves
Of a large Bay mare appear.
Springing effortlessly through
The tall swaying grasses
Growing peacefully there.
Urged onward, faster and faster,
By her little Maiden fair
With her long locks
Of crimson gold flowing hair.
Stopping only in the clear
To kneel
And for a moment the earth’s
Sweet sunny warmth to feel.
Then off again on their heels,
The little Maiden and her mare.
Searching quietly for their Secret trail.
Quicken the pace now, with care,
She cannot be late
For the one that awaits her there.
Into the dense woods,
Through scattering piles of leaves,
Without a moment to spare.
Alas! That certain glade
Has drawn near.
Tumbling down to the ground
Standing on feet
That are bare.
Staring starkly at him
Through the early morn’s
Bright golden glare.
He has come for her
With gifts to bear.
One a flower, a single delicate rose
For her crimson gold flowing hair.
The other a sugar cube
For her stately mare.
This been done off they run.
Two strong, fleet-footed horses,
Carry the pair
Racing back to the clear.
With his heart pounding
In his chest he stops
There and breathlessly watches,
As his lovely little Maiden fair
Prances throughout
The far-reaching clear.
With her a red, red rose
Whose color can be shamed
Only by his love’s
Lips and hair.
Oh! A beauty, what a
Lovely little Maiden fair,
With the summer’s sunlight
Shimmering through her long
Crimson, gold, flowing hair.
A kiss from her, shall he dare?
Never may she be aware.
Oh! That lovely little Maiden fair;
The one astride that large Bay mare.
That one with the long flowing
Crimson sun golded hair.
The Maiden and the Mare by Daelyn H. Appleton is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
