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"The
Unicorn"
By Helen
Charlotte Hill
Sitting by
a shallow lake
Admiring the beauty
of the clear water
Glistening in the
sunlight,
I heard the light
splash
Of wandering
feet.
But as the wanderer
came into view,
'Twas not the splash
of feet, but of hooves...
Never before have I
seen such a creature;
A slender, equine
animal,
White and graceful,
with supple limbs,
Stepping daintily
through the fresh water;
Almost like a
shadow,
So mystical it seemed
like an illusion.
Its mane, white
tresses with silvery threads,
Cascaded down the
length of its head and neck,
Flowing, rising and
falling
With the gentle
movements of its beautiful head.
Spiralling up to a
point from its forehead
Was a golden
horn
Which caught the
sunbeams
And threw back
dazzling multicoloured stars;
The beauty of which
surpassed all in my visual memory.
Its glossy eyes, dark
and lambent,
Showed an emotion far
greater even than Love,
So gentle and soft,
caring and understanding,
Sensitive, honest,
sympathetic.
There was some thirty
five feet distance
Between myself and
the creature,
But still I could
feel its warmth and magic.
A loving aura seemed
to envelop
Everything around
me,
Gathering me up into
a cocoon,
Filling me with a
happiness
More intense than any
I have ever experienced.
And when the magical
mysterious creature
Had wandered out of
sight,
Still the vision and
the feeling stayed with me,
For all the world as
if it were living
Within me.
Copyright H. C. Hill, January 9th
1990
Poem
copyright H. C. Hill
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