Ebony’s Back - Part I Poem by Cheryl McDonnell

The fur flows
Over rocks and under stones
Reminder of him
Long live Ebony

Don’t be a shadow
When you flow
Along Ebony’s back
Her fur’s cool to touch

Not even the grave can keep
Those who are deep
Thee who sits on Ebony’s back
Shadows moving in from the black

A memory in a jar
Captivated in the fur
Along Ebony’s back
She sings like a trick in a hat

Your flesh gone
However here you are strong
In the fur that is black
Astride Ebony’s back.