On Aether’s Favorite Horse

Theresa C. Gaynord

They frolic eight thousand feet above air
sailing the east winds on the back of Aether’s
Favorite horse.

Whizzing over plains to foothills, they dance
through a breeze whispered by the sea above,
the devotions of silver waters.

Coolness turns its path into a shadow where
a gull hovers over pastoral tranquility stained
like flecks of paper, under water, under sky.

Tonight they will traipse the moon with impish
bare feet, haunted by the whiff and tang of fresh

They will smear the phosphor runways and bubble
their way through covens of puckered-up lupine,
waiting to be kissed.

Scents of complex music, jiggle and clink as they
navigate through flattened earth and chain-link
fences leaving trails of yellow feet stained with

Together they will land back at the picnic grounds
where their imagination once took flight under the
minarets of the iron-oxidized sun.

Together they will eat chicken and tally the bones
as marshmallow trickles down from their lips. And
as the children that they are, they will remember that
the same pain from loneliness that closes our hearts,
opens us again.

Theresa likes to write about matters of self-inflection and personal experiences. She likes to write about matters of an out-of body, out-of-mind state, as well as subjects of an idyllic, pagan nature and the occult. Theresa writes horror, as well as concrete gritty and realistic dramas. Theresa is said to be a witch and a poet, (within the horror writing community) and she has been published in a number of magazines throughout the years.