Pegasus
Lava gouts from the volcano's jagged neck,
hot and thick as a gorgon's blood
and snakes into the sea's cold check,
where seething baleful steam clouds scud.
Pale ashen horse heads for the stratosphere.
Flailing hooves split white moonbeams
scattering red and gold, sear shear,
for the morning and evening sun to glean.
Gentle sweep of noctilucent wings
filters moonlight, blue as fabled springs.
poem by Diane Hine
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