Tag Archives: Horse

Watch Tower

From the watch tower the steppe appears forever empty. Black dot without definition screams towards the watch tower. Horse so fast eight hooves clatter carrying a rider past the watch tower. Dust passes through the watch tower out of here … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Poems)

Desert wind scarlet dust wrapped in veiled helices shrouding hills and mesas. Wraithen gaucho and sallow horse bleached white flash ashen in the red maelstrom Desert wind lays still crimson sands unmoved record phantasmal prints left by revenant rider, eidolic … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 3)

Night fall. Something is stirring in the village streets. A restless horse brays outside of a lit dwelling. A message of utmost importance has been crafted. Its delivery cannot wait till sun rise and the messenger must ride over the … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Fragments)

The sun roams the sky, trailing sunbeams staining the hills in crimson and pink. A tilted sombrero shields a resting gaucho’s face, head resting on prone horse. Grey poncho idly ripples in the breeze, red dust scattered on fabric. The … Continue reading

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Poems (Desert and sand)

Skeletal horse searching for phantasm rider Spectral horse tracks flicker in sandstorm Rustle fox vanishes in crimson Horse authors a new book everyday in red sand Chicken wire fence foxes plaything Sandstorm rages catfish sleeps peacefully Crimson wind makes alterations … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose 2)

Its been raining. The ground is weak. Maintaining footing is hard, land slipping and collapsing under force. 3 children from the villager have gone missing. Last seen on the village outskirts villagers fear the children have wandered into the hills … Continue reading

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Gaucho (Undead) (Prose)

A villager is sick. His condition is deteriorating and adequate medical facilities are distant. Out in the street people look at each other with contorted faces and speak in hushed tones. They know it is coming. Night falls. The moon … Continue reading

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Horseman (Undead)

Death rattle skeletal rider heads for the village Wide brimmed sombrero disguises bony features (alabaster face) Ivory fingers itchy trigger action Drifting poncho flashes of hollow torso Skeleton horseman stalks the moon strewn highlands Death rattle reverberates through the hills … Continue reading

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Village (First Person)

Journal Entry While the following is true, I still struggle to come to terms with it. Did my eyes really witness such a sight? Riding across the great plain, I realised I had misjudged the vastness of my journey. Supplies … Continue reading

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The Horseman

He’s carrying something. He’s carrying it as he hurtles over the ground on his trusty stead. Galloping over the plain he’s heading for the hills. The rider can be seen in the lunar glow, racing towards the highlands were his … Continue reading

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