Flicka The Healer Poem by Diana van den Berg

Flicka The Healer



Slow, sun bandage,
wrapped around
my leaden shoulders
by my angel horse
in Heaven,
liberates them,
as always,
and, like wings,
they flutter skywards,
in splintered dance
and silent gratitude
and goldenbrown-coat adoration.

(10 February 2007)

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Diana van den Berg

Diana van den Berg

Durban, South Africa
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