Pegasus Poem by Mary Champion

Purest white - the wingèd stallion -
child of the wild ocean,
born of the dread Gorgon,

presumed to fly to Mount Olympus
and pledged himself to Zeus,
served the Dawn Goddess.

Then he was gifted to the muses.
His magic enthuses,
but when he refuses

the well-spring of poetry runs dry,
sweet verses fade and die.
No poet can defy

the absence of his presence and write
words composed to delight.
Everything is trite.

Yet, when that hoof strikes a stony heart,
the golden stream will start.
His spirit will impart

sentiments to stir the human soul,
a flood none can control,
fluency to extol

the object of the poet's ardour-
whether tis the splendour
or pain they engender.

See him still amidst the August skies,
star spangled how he flies,
by Zeus immortalised.