A mustering thunder reverberates skyward from
the shadowed gorge, frozen stone giving vibration song,
electrifying this atmosphere with frosted
anticipation, capturing these oscillations,
heralding the fiery mares trailing ice colts
at their tails, this flowing multi-coloured mob
heads held aloft, proud tangled manes so wild.
Gracefully this gliding wave, a lava flow of blood
and hide, goes streaming down into the river
without hesitation: fords hooves striking the
river rocks sending up a silver cascade,
sunlight catching on the spray, their rainbow arch forms.
Blowing hard their breath a milky vapour cloud,
onwards they fly up the mountain side, steam rising
from taut muscles sinew straining on every stride,
their hearts cast in volcanic fire, legs forged in
glacial freeze, the fearless survivors are passing by.
(Dedicated to Elska)