Seahorses on see-saws prance, sashay and dance
gliding majestically under the sea.
No clip nor clop for this aquatic steed
for no legs adorn its knight-in-armour body.
Instead its fins keep these hippocampus poised
as they gambol gently and frolic about.
But of course it's a horse
with its tell-tale head and mane.
Ignore the odd prehensile tail
that some over-zealous strapper coiled.
It's a special horse for an undersea course
swirling and whirling silently
through seaweed strap slalom gates.
With no trot, nor canter, nor gallop, nor panting,
but with a leisurely pace in ambling gait,
like the painted horses on a merry-go-round,
the seahorse is forever poised,
in true dressage collection.
- Author: John Richard Anderson (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 2nd, 2021 00:00
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 12
Comments1
a brilliant dedication
they are, so wondrous!
a true validation of the magic
that is, nature.
thank you, dear poet
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.