Poem: unicorn


Myths and magic.

Legends and tales.

Stories told through the ages,

They are written down by the sages.

The seers look within their soul.

The gypsies within their crystal balls.

The witch casts down her bones.

The old women her runes.

Each see a horse with a soul split in two.

A vision of rare beauty,

So pure and new.

Its mane so long, you might think it vain.

They see the horse some time ago,

With a horn of shiny clear blue.

It's written down upon these pages.

Yes, a Unicorn it's true.


© Heather McColgan

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