Frank E Gibbard Posted May 14, 2009 Share Posted May 14, 2009 Trotting by the river whinnying reflectively to himself The youngster suddenly saw himself reflected in water. Looking fairly handsome today he thought self satisfied, It was still a relatively new experience away from the herd He may have seen himself once or twice ever before, but He still tended to rear back affrighted by the strange sight. Yes that’s me alright - not an aggressor, not of his family, What though - what was this? A pointy thing on his head Whoa! What was it that legend about their near relative the The “unicorn” was it the so rarely even glimpsed unicorn. Was he a unicorn? Was he one of those horned creatures? Like a horse and cousin the deer with its so fabulous horn Not just the "New Forest pony" that being, he recalled, those Noises two leg ones call out as he and his four legs ran away As swiftly as those legs could propel him from their danger. Mother had warned him of “hoomans” but he remembered Had told him that hoomans thought unicorns to be as Gods. With a new-found pride and new grown ”horn” up thrust He flew home to show himself off to those mere ponies. As he approached the grazing group they looked at him In all his unicorness neighing shaking their snouts and yes, Laughing, the lovely ears athwart his horn heard laughter. No respect or amazement at the only unicorn they ever saw Why for all the hay ever piled to the highest, did they laugh? Ha, ha! He's got a tourist ice cream cone stuck on his stupid head. Spitting grass they were and what were tourist? Ice cream? Cone? All he knew was this bunch of grass dungs didn’t deserve him, Wouldn’t know a unicorn if he bit them in their fat backsides. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 Hello Frank, I enjoyed the way you build up to that brilliant finale. What a come down for this vain creature with his "new-found pride"!: Frank E Gibbard wrote: ...Laughing, the lovely ears athwart his horn heard laughter. No respect or amazement at the only unicorn they ever saw Why for all the hay ever piled to the highest, did they laugh? Ha, ha! He's got a tourist ice cream cone stuck on his stupid head. Spitting grass they were and what were tourist? Ice cream? Cone? All he knew was this bunch of grass dungs didn’t deserve him, Wouldn’t know a unicorn if he bit them in their fat backsides. Good play on the words here ""spitting grass", "bunch of grass dungs" and the superb finale line: "Wouldn't know a unicorn if he bit them in their fat backsides" - Perhaps I'm wrong but one can imagine Kenneth Williams, sneering, as only he knew how here! Thank you for a great piece. goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Thank you Golden for troubling to give this the GL treatment of profound reading into the nitty gritty detail and oh so solid analysis. Sincere thanks. Frank Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted May 15, 2009 Share Posted May 15, 2009 hi frank, i enjoyed this extremely. i loved the ending. i love mystical creatures such as the unicorn. excellent poem. this must of took some thought to write this one because they really don't exist well at least not on planet earth anymore. larsen Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frank E Gibbard Posted May 15, 2009 Author Share Posted May 15, 2009 Thanks Larse sorry my creature was less a myth than seemed. Frank Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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