|The driftwood horse at the Eden Project in Cornwall, UK|
Isn't he stunning?
My entry is a poem, The Sea Horse
The unbound tide has chased him,
the bone horse, raced him to mere
tracery, beached him, flittered and
sand-blasted him smooth as silk.
Then the tide caressed him,
the sea horse, to moon-bleached
bones; his hide forfeit, his
ribs pleached to lacy fretwork.
He rears from the waves, the
bone horse, staves off the
tide's undoing and braves the
brittle judgement of the air.
He is lit from within, the
sea horse; sinew and blood
effaced, his silken bones
encasing airy light and liquid grace.
Proudly he stands, the sea horse,
the bone horse, for he has won the race.
|More driftwood horses by Heather Jansch|
How strange - this is my second filigree horse this week.
Here's the other one!