Divine Horses

Where wild horses thunder she can be found
Bestowing to our kings the royal ground,
Their oath as solemn as any marriage vow
In ancient rites by which they are still bound.
If flowing equine manes seen in a glance
She is there by more than mere circumstance
Epona, goddess of fertility
Can we feel her blessings or be mumchance?
Yet also seen as a nymph of warming springs
The gentle caress where e’er nature sings
Like the wild horses there’s no holding her
But we can still see what her message brings
I pray I find the need deep within me,
Her desire to be running wild and free

©JG Farmer 2013
Form: Polynesian Sonnet