Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #21
Does a Caravan of Shadows
by Belinda Roddie
Does a caravan of shadows pass by
your house in early morning, waking you
from troubled sleep? The travelers and their
children ride horses that glow as if they
were made of gold, and you can only see
their eyes beneath their hoods, bright amber. They
never blink, and they never breathe, I think.
I say a caravan of shadows 'cause
on the old wooden wheels of their wagons
cling little shadow people that you can
see even when the chandelier of stars
is hidden by the mist. They never leave.
They are the coattails of the journeymen,
leading through ev'ry dale and river's bend.
by Belinda Roddie
Does a caravan of shadows pass by
your house in early morning, waking you
from troubled sleep? The travelers and their
children ride horses that glow as if they
were made of gold, and you can only see
their eyes beneath their hoods, bright amber. They
never blink, and they never breathe, I think.
I say a caravan of shadows 'cause
on the old wooden wheels of their wagons
cling little shadow people that you can
see even when the chandelier of stars
is hidden by the mist. They never leave.
They are the coattails of the journeymen,
leading through ev'ry dale and river's bend.
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