More Prompts: Eagle Boy

OBJECTIVE: Write a response to this image it can be in any form you like,  short prose, micro story,  or poem and share in the comments under the post.    Keep the post short.

(c) June Perkins, Prompt.

Haiku… submitted by Dave Delaney

A boy and Eagle
their spirit now joined as one
soar the hights of life.

© Dave Delaney, all rights reserved.

 

Her Spirit

I saw the wild young Indian boy
So lean and proud of face
Bareback on a wild Palouse
And eager for the chase

They gathered around the base of the ridge
Some twenty or thirty braves
All keen to prove their horsemanship
Or go, to early graves

The sun burnt red in the desert sky
As White Bear made the call
Today there would be, but one true brave
The one, that would not fall

Red Fox, dug his heels in
And grabbed the ponies mane
And with lightning speed they began the climb
Of death, or maybe fame

For he had ridden here before
But not, in this time or space
His spirit had been here a thousand times
In the visions of his race

His pony climbed and scrambled on
As others fell behind
This little mare, would do him well
She’d climb, then slip, then climb

Her heart was beating faster now
So strained, so tired, so bold
So he called upon the eagle spirit
To help her keep her hold

They reached the top with one great leap
His face just filled with pride
Never had he felt such joy
And never such a ride

With joy all over his proud young face
He slowly turned around
To see his beautiful pony mare
Fall slowly to the ground

She’d given him, all of her heart
And even some of her soul
She’d leave him now, but not for long
Because her spirit lives on in her foal

The prize, though won, was worthless
The price of fame too high
The real prize, now, lay by his side
He lived, he learned, she died…

© DJ O’Brien , all rights reserved. (WINQ writers, submitted this by email)

(and more to come from others)

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