Pegasus Poem by Edwina Reizer

Oh the beautiful white winged horse
Is an imaginary one of course.
But the thought that a creature of folklore
Could fly through the air gives rise
To a picture I see with my eyes
Of a spectacular sight to see.

Moving with a muscled action
With a wingspan to catch the air
Would look down on all the horses
And hope that they’d be where
They all would fly together
And know they all were free.

Pegasus, you’re a figment
Of an artist’s picture to paint,
Flying with wild abandon
On a canvas with no restraint.

The white of your sheen exquisite
Against a background of blue,
The Greek mythologists were wondrous
When they created you.