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
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.
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.
12/22/2017 10:21:35 am
This makes my breathing slow; I feel my blood pressure return to calm.
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.
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
12/22/2017 11:26:05 pm
Thank you, Stephen. Here's a link to my other poems in the Ekphrastic Review
12/23/2017 12:43:24 am
So much to love about this poem; not a wasted word. Stanza III is arresting!
12/23/2017 05:14:24 am
Thank you, Sylvia and Kerry.
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