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My Unicorn

Martin Elster
Poetry
Fantasy

My thighs gripped tight as I rode the white horse bareback. Every blast
of air it blew, as we both flew across the fields as fast
as an antelope, renewed my hope my mythic beast would make it.
I’d come at dawn and hopped upon its smooth-haired back to take it

to where Scout Ridge and Rainbow Bridge connect. The huntsmen raced
behind, steadfast. Then, when we passed the lime-larch tree, we faced
another band of men. The land had reached a towering bluff.
Cornered, why, the horse and I leaped off the cliff. The rough

and rocky shore and the breakers’ roar were miles below us now.
With all my might I held on tight to its glistening mane. Somehow
we kept on gliding. I was riding a magic unicorn
that men all crave just to enslave a creature that was born

in the land of sky-blue lawns and shy, blue fawns and orange rivers
where flounder-trout swim all about and an equine god delivers
all unicorns from the sharpened thorns of human domination.
We soared until I saw a hill of pink. Our destination

had now been won. The setting sun looked like a florid flower,
which beamed on all the great and small where none would ever cower
or have to flee. As a chickadee was singing from an elm,
I made up my mind to leave behind my anthropoidal realm.



                                                                                  


 

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Copyright 2011, Martin Elster. All rights reserved.

Martin Elster, author of There’s a Dog in the Heavens! is also a composer and serves as percussionist for the Hartford Symphony Orchestra. His poetry has appeared in The Centrifugal Eye, The Flea, The Ilanot Review, Lucid Rhythms, Soundzine, Thema, and Victorian Violet Press. His poem, “Talcott Mountain,” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize by The Chimaera, and “Astronomy in the Seventeenth Century” won 2nd place in the Science Fiction Poetry Association’s 2010 poetry contest.

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