Two riders in the elderberry road,
grass between.
With blackthorn and hazel, unseen.
Only the breathing, the hoofs
and browning green.
Two horses, two riders.
A hollow came, rose,
returned again. Another came,
rose and returned again.
Two silent riders
in a silence unbroken
but for sound on stone
and breathing air.
Broken, unbroken
as they pass by the door
which was their destination.
Hollows came and went,
returned again. Bends
bent, unbent, unmentioned went.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply put but powerful imagery. Excellent. Peace and regards. Craig