Thursday, April 7, 2016

Poem of the Day: "Micha" by Mary Soon Lee, Frequent Contributor

Mary Soon Lee

Beneath the silver river of stars,
under the spreading maple trees,
the mare pacing, grazing, pacing.
Two men watching. No words.

On the horse-cropped grass,
Micha lies down, whinnying.
Khyert, once a stableboy,
watches beside his king.

Under the wind-stirred leaves,
Micha strains, rests, strains.
King Xau looks a question at Khyert,
who nods back his reassurance.

Under the crescent moon,
emerging, wrapped in membrane,
one small foot, then another.
Two men watching.

Dawn floods the river of stars;
the foal born, the mare resting.
Khyert beside his king, his heart full.
A night worth a month of days.

Poet's Notes:  This is part of "The Sign of the Dragon," my epic fantasy in verse. I wrote it after completing a grim batch of poems about battle and other dark topics, and it made me happy to think instead about a starlit night and a moment whose magic is not rooted in fantasy. More poems from "The Sign of the Dragon" may be read at

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