When I Was Dead
When I was dead
I could still see
A herd of wild
White horses
Their foaming
Salty mouths
Their manes and tails
Were all about me
And only when
I struggled not
Against the waves
Exhausted
Did they concede
A hoard of them and
Collectively escort me
Face down unto the harbour
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Neville (
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A scare of a read yet phrased with great metaphor - - deadness which calls for a lively escort of salty white horses draws me back to the times I have, watching, wondered what lies right below........a bleak but compelling read Nev.
Thank you Fay... you read me so well.... N x
It reminded me a little of the notion of acceptance and commitment therapy, I quite liked the idea of accepting the wild horses escorting me, seemed a little humbling maybe.
Maybe maya needs some white horses!
I like your take on these words too sylviasearcher.. thank you.. who is maya tho..
The protagonist in my book ...
And alter ego 😬
Ah' yes Maya...
A fine write N. And who is Joe Bloggs, for that matter?.....!
Dunno, but that's a funny title if you ask me..
Erm yes, when was ya alive, before ya was dead?!
literally in the literary sense only
Well I'm a realist so I read it as it is written - a life lost at sea and washed ashore. The only hesitation I have is the word 'exhausted' in the penultimate stanza. A fine write Neville.
all I can say is that I was very tired by the time I arrived at that penultimate stanza ... thank you Michael.... N
For some reason I thought of the Four Horsemen when I read this. Getting dragged by them beneath the waves would be a frightening thing indeed.
The Four Horsemen scared the sunshine out of me.. thank you for considering these scribbles of mine... Neville
Good metaphorical write, those white horses can bring hope.
thank you sir... many thanks indeed
Metaphor for drowning in a relationship? only to find oneself washed limp into the harbour - a place where people begin and end their relationships with the ocean. A fine place to begin to live again.
Bless ya DA... a good take and true.... don't ya just love metaphor.... take care while I'm away wont'cha...
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