She heard the hoof beats and she thought of stripes
Imagination conjured up the rare
For all her life she was one of those types
Accomplished what the others did not dare
So with proud peacock flumes tucked in her hair
She rides a zebra through the azure night
She knows that life is more than black and white.
6 comments:
Lovely cadence here, LM--it *is* a bit difficult to get into, I think, because it's a very old form, but like all old forms, it really adds something to what is said. This ends up quite simple but sleek and satisfying, especially the ending.
i enjoyed this rythm and cadence also, Lola. i like the message
gracias
When you hear hoofbeats....think zebras! Life could never be just black and white for you, LM. You are just too colorful.
smiles...shes like a modern zorro....with style and panache...its def the magic of imagination
Liked this a bunch--and it really does sing for me
This is a fabulous portrait in 7 lines.
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