The healer, or: His steed

Poetry Partners #62

‘The Healer’, a poem by Harshi of ‘Reflections’

Sing me a song of Prince Egon, the legend 
His eyes were kind and his hands were warm 
His words were soft but had the power to arouse courage 
even in a coward's heart 

He stopped a dynasty from crumbling to dust 
He was fearless and with his stallion Gunther, 
he swept the battleground 
Alas! Gunther fell and breathed his last and Egon left, grief stricken 

He renounced all and became a hermit 
People came to him from all over the kingdom 
for they believed that a true prince becomes a great healer 
healer of the soul! 

• Harshi: https://hersheseagull.wordpress.com/

A poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

Sleek spectral stallion in fields a~glowing
Observed his dearest once-master below;
Mountain hermit, thick, long beard white with snow,
Wise, wizened, wondrous healer, all-knowing.

Through winter gales bitter and blowing,
Steed sensed cold woe old hero wouldn't show,
Grief over events of once-days long ago,
Given over to yearswells a~flowing.

One spring, 'mong white Alpine Aspers growing,
Grey once-soldier suddenly felt time slow,
Then the familiar, warm nuzzle-hello...
Best of friends reunited, two a~glowing.

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Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

–Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

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