It's Sunday Muse #147, and we're inspired by the photograph of the Indigo Sky Mares by Lauren Burch.
INDIGO DREAMS
They’ve long been my friends, the indigo mares, since my mother told
me of their power.. On dark, stormy nights I leap astride, grasping their
flowing golden mane as we streak through the starlight on the nimbus
highway, dodging lightning bolts, asteroids and all manner of space
junk, hoofbeats drowning the sound of thunder. I fall asleep cradling their
warm flanks and wake to morning light, refreshed and filled with indigo memories.
The storm will have passed, and I will be safe and sound....just as mother said.
Bev, this is beautiful. Dreamy and incredibly sweet ~~ sigh.
ReplyDeleteMother knows best. This is absolutely lovely Beverly!
ReplyDeleteExquisite and protective, endorsed by your mother. She had the right kind of discernment.
ReplyDeleteA lovely fantasy Bev
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday
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much love...
Love this! Wish dogs were amenable to stories...I'm sure Arthur would love to trade his thunder anxieties for dreams of running and leaping with horses.
ReplyDeleteDreamy flow of words to get you through the stormy times of life.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love this! What a beautiful, powerful image to conjure during storms.
ReplyDeleteI can hear their thundering hooves on the nimbus highway. Such a cool poem.
ReplyDelete"filled with indigo memories." - we should all have so many of these.
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