The Unicorn, Protector of Good -revision see final revision at Unicorn
The winter moon
echoes off her pale form
and beams light into darkness
where violet eyes
scan for threats against her charges.
Silently she picks her way
through forest undergrowth
where soft earth cushions
diamond hoofs.
From the tip
of her horn stardust
twists into the evening air
carrying xenias for the wise
while sapphires woven
into her mane
flirt with the night.
Unbridled,
she runs free across
the meadow of imagination,
silken tail held high,
a queen's standard.
Kings court her
yet she follows the lead of a child.
------------- --- Judi Van Gorder
This is one that is a little out of my element, something I have never attempted before... and no it is not an assignment and not an example of a verse form just a crazy thought.
The Unicorn
The white of her equine form catches
the reflection of the winter moon
and brings light into darkness.
Silently picking her way
through the forest undergrowth,
the soft earth cushions
her diamond hoofs.
Woven into her mane
saphires wink
and from the tip of her horn
magic dust twists into the breeze,
she brings xenias for the wise.
Her lashed eyes search,
ever alert for new threats
agaiinst her charges,
those children who try to be kind
and are mindful of others,
she protects the good.
Unbridled
and running free across
the meadows of imagination,
her silken tail is held high
like a queen's standard
blowing in the wind,
only a child can lead her.
------------- ---Judi Van Gorder