Poetry
wild stallion
Qwyen Le
issue three
little hooves scraping – the beaten grass dirt – big eyes
opened mouth – gasping for more – happy life – always
with mother – likes the wind and galloping
daily sunshine mulling over the prairie – asters and stars
behind the hill – random fences – always feels like home
alright – a heart shaped locket in a layer of denim – a
piece of a soft smile in every step taken
nothing more than golden ranch – the thumping in my
chest – freedom with emerging wings – running through
endless fields of peaceful glory – the way the moon wanes
on the 23rd just for me – intentionally
potential departure – is there another liberation we don’t
know about – or are we scared of being unfamiliar – do
we make the right or wrong path – all i want – is to feel
my soul spilling out of my body – i wish it wants me to
stay – forage sounds nice – all i want – is to be
About the Author
Qwyen (pronounced “quinn”) is a current junior in high school. She’s mainly been experimenting around with poetry, and occasionally writes prose. Outside of dwelling in her writing mediums, she’s hoping to pursue a career in computer science.
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