Portrait Poem by Martin Moore

PORTRAIT

Forming a two headed bodiless beast
Two horses behind the low stone wall
Their bodies invisible at least
From where I watched beneath the squall
A winters drenching, windblown rain
Awash upon this equine art
Their saturated, tangled manes
Bedraggled features, peripheral parts
On natures canvas, verdant frame
Of meadow, gate and fence
Motionless in impromptu fame
Art nouveau in transience
A curious onlooker, I observe
Their posture ceases to be
This fleeting moment helps to serve
The artists mind in me
They wander weakly out of focus
And ramble slowly towards the gate
My picture portrait up in smoke as
Mist and shower eradicate
This moment's treasure, golden find
And leaves the palette bare
Existing only in my mind
A solitary exhibit there