They said he was untameable
and afraid of his own shadow,
branded skittish with an ox head,
none could soothe his rodeo.
The gentling of Bucephalus
began with the gentle whispers
and flourished into fraternity
without saddle, reins or spurs.
They camped under starless skies,
future king and Thessalian steed,
faced the sting of metal
and watched men bleed.
Too many men and horses died in battle
to the song of war cries and weapons’ rattle.
Kim M. Russell
Those of you who have been reading my blog for some time know that I love image prompts and have had a number of ekphrastic poems published online by Visual Verse. On Friday I was honoured to have a poem published by The Ekphrastic Review in their latest fortnightly prompt. The collection is of a very high standard and poets include two of our on-line friends, Kerfe Roig and Merril D. Smith. You can read all the poems here.