Poem: "The Prairie Horns"

[ysabetwordsmith]

This poem came out of the March 20, 2018 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from kellan_the_tabby. This poem has been sponsored by a pool with ng_moonmoth, fuzzyred, and mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Yellow Unicorns series.


"The Prairie Horns"


On the plains,
the grass grows tall
and moves in waves
like the ocean.

In summer it's green
and everyone can see it,
but as the weather dries
and turns toward autumn,
the grass begins to fade.

In some places it turns brown,
in others pale green, and paler,
until it nearly vanishes from view,
lost in whispering shadows.

The prairie horns move through it,
their coats a brighter shade than
sun-dried grass, that only people
moved by spirit can see.

The grass parts around them,
like waves before the prow of a ship,
and even unseen, they are beautiful.

Comments

[scrubjayspeaks]

Oh, oh! This is spectacular! Waving fields of grass are one of my absolute favorite images. The idea of a field that is nearly disappearing, becoming a mirage, would be amazing. And the idea of the unicorns, invisibly displacing the grass that is itself fading from view--it's all so ephemeral and gorgeous. Indeed, beautiful even when unseen.

Thank you!

[ysabetwordsmith]

>> Oh, oh! This is spectacular!<<

Yay! :D

>> Waving fields of grass are one of my absolute favorite images. <<

Mine too. In summer, when the wind blows, the long grass here looks like surf. Silver and green, silver and green. It's beautiful.

>> The idea of a field that is nearly disappearing, becoming a mirage, would be amazing. <<

Yeah, if the grass turns toward yellow, it gets harder to see. Not quite invisible because it's not a true yellow like the unicorns, but very close.

>> And the idea of the unicorns, invisibly displacing the grass that is itself fading from view--it's all so ephemeral and gorgeous. Indeed, beautiful even when unseen. <<

:D I'm glad it worked for you.