Little wonder they carved a horse.

The earth cries out to be ridden and roved upon.

Flowing curves flare contoured thighs and fetlocks.

Beauties in sated repose breathing deeply.

Lovely in the morning sun, but now, at twilight so

Magical. As if the whole land aches to stretch and stand.

© Tom Tide 2016


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Wonderful. Is this Westbury, Wilts?

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Tom Tide says:

      Yes yes. The tip of the ear and her eye are visible


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s