Franz Marc: The Large Blue Horses (1911) A trinity of wild horses, heads curled down in devotion, contemplate their wholeness, their power, their shared cloud of warm breath. They have no Mondays. Day canters by, and they exult in the wind, running east along the rise, then turning and heading elsewhere as though tugged by invisible reins, propelled by sure purpose. The sun pauses on the horizon as they trade colors with the mountains, shedding red chestnut for nightfall blue. Bellies full of sweet grass, they pay homage to stillness. Watching, we feel our breathing slow. Alarie Tennille This poem was first published in I-70 Review. Alarie’s latest poetry book, Waking on the Moon, contains many poems first published by The Ekphrastic Review. Please visit her at alariepoet.com.
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Sharon Valleau
12/22/2017 10:21:35 am
This makes my breathing slow; I feel my blood pressure return to calm.
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12/22/2017 03:41:57 pm
Thank you, Sharon. That's about the nicest compliment ever. I'm glad I could bring you some holiday peace.
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Stephen Howarth
12/22/2017 03:59:53 pm
Your work is new to me but this is a splendid introduction. Well worded, beautiful and yes, soothing
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Alarie Tennille
12/22/2017 11:26:05 pm
Thank you, Stephen. Here's a link to my other poems in the Ekphrastic Review
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Sylvia Vaughn
12/23/2017 12:43:24 am
So much to love about this poem; not a wasted word. Stanza III is arresting!
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Alarie Tennille
12/23/2017 05:14:24 am
Thank you, Sylvia and Kerry.
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