As I enter across the exhibition

I hear your static silent call.

Once you were Pegasus carrying Zeus

on high. Once Longma carrying riders

to the home of immortals.

Once Sleipni galloping Odin to battle.

Now with wings, scales, tail, legs clipped

you swim through years ahead

centuries behind

faster than a swallow.

Your proud kind stallion head

and body branded nurture small bold secrets

which, despite dark encapsulation seep through.

They slide, whirl, loll against smooth glass curves

jump from your large hip like holes

cascading forwards backwards

echoing, charging me with

messages old and new which I wrap

in cloth of silk, braid of gold

bind them within me.

©marycrowder 2015. Artist & Poet. Bristol. England. UK