Comhchoirí
An Ekphrastic Sonnet
The promise of escape throbs through our hearts
I am grateful for your enormous strength
Some will call me a coward as we dart
Of our courage, they do not know the length
There are circumstances so dark and vile
Problems that defy reason and logic
Enemies who books of insults compile
Monsters that would cause a corpse to panic
Fleeing is, sometimes, the heroic way
Your grey gallantry is my salvation
Mere memories these trials will be some day
Your hooves sound out a loud incantation
It summons spirits of salvific speed
Now a horse is the only friend I need
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NB: Comhchoirí seemed an especially suitable name for the equine friend, so beautifully rendered by Kolesov in the painting above and praised in my humble sonnet; it is an Irish Gaelic word for accomplice:
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D. J. Reddall
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