Showing posts with label prophecy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prophecy. Show all posts
Saturday, 8 December 2018
Thursday, 6 September 2018
Safe, Honeymoon Suite, Outeniqua Moon
I've been, yet again, spoiled by my friends, Christine and Peter Watt of Outeniqua Moon Percheron Stud Farm in Ruiterbos at the foot of the Robinson Pass. These pictures show a little of their sanctuary. The poem appeared this morning, following a visit to Shadowfax and Greystoke, the farm's two stallions.
Safe
Honeymoon Suite, Outeniqua Moon
Folds of light
stand to attention -
hold the festoon-blinds in place
so dawn can splice
their sleepy silk;
frogs' clickings sprinkle us;
everything is fat with rain -
the very air's drenched in dreams
tongued by the soft lips
of the stallions I spoke to;
their nostrils took in my glove,
their mouths told us
the future has remained -
it has survived into this morning's private gold -
safe from betrayal.
Safe
Honeymoon Suite, Outeniqua Moon
Folds of light
stand to attention -
hold the festoon-blinds in place
so dawn can splice
their sleepy silk;
frogs' clickings sprinkle us;
everything is fat with rain -
the very air's drenched in dreams
tongued by the soft lips
of the stallions I spoke to;
their nostrils took in my glove,
their mouths told us
the future has remained -
it has survived into this morning's private gold -
safe from betrayal.
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| Shadowfax and Greystoke, the two Percheron studs at Outeniqua Moon |
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| Shadowfax and Greystoke |
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| The farmhouse |
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| Shadowfax |
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| Greystoke |
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| Sunset last night |
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