I sat on a bronze horse with mane speckled with gold dust

My feet securely in the stirrups, my body on horseback

With reins held in my clenched fists and butterflies in my stomach

It was a royal beast but looked quite docile beside its owner

My rusty lessons churned in my mind, a whirlpool of knowledge

I took control of the reins, shifting in the saddle , head held high

And with a gentle push nudged the steed forward to a gallop

As if a switch of a robot had been activated it ran

Its feet leaving clouds of dust in their wake

As they swiftly ran at lightening speed feet barely on earth

As if floating in air and blown forward I clung to the reins

But fear turned to excitement and thrill as I laugh aloud

To dispel the vestigial traces of engulfing, enshrouding fear

Tentacles of the Venus fly trap had miraculously opened

I sat in the saddle as the panorama was left behind

As though a film was being re-winded in a vast amphitheatre

It was all sinews and powerful muscle in prime of youth

And as it kissed the blowing gusts of breeze

And ran across the fields of golden mustard blossoms

The turquoise hills edging the horizons beckoned

As we splashed through the tranquil waters of the lake

With lotuses in bloom and swans sailing in majestic vanity

My hair was flying in the air , shimmering like black silk in sunlight

And surely some cliched poet would have thought

Of the moon peeping through dark strands of clouds

Birds in flight crossed my cheek twittering confused greetings

At last it halted at its master’s threshold the faithful horse

If just a bit sheepish at the scare it had given me

Now it looked into my eyes its doe eyes mutely apologetic

But little did it know the thrill of adventure I had enjoyed…