pegasus of the desert

 

Pegasus of the Desert

 by Jo aka Mrs. Mediocrity aka Kelly

all sun brow flight

and dry bleached white

sentinel of muse and

wing of weather

i bow to you

poet master

take cover from

pounding hooves

and the gleam

in your eye

of mountain

and

in the sand

i write the word

soar

~~~~~

During an evening walk in the desert, the ironwood trees can take on many shapes and forms especially when you let your imagination run wild.  Near the end of my walk this particular tree rose out of nowhere, immediately giving me the impression of a horse raring up…perhaps a run-in with a rattlesnake or two…been known to happen in the wilds of the Sonoran desert.

Then I remembered.  It looked like the same horse from the many mobil oil cans that my dad used on the farm equipment while growing up.  As a child, I loved those cans with that beautiful red horse and would always look for the emblem on the signs as we passed our local gas stations.  I was infatuated with that horse and later learned that the oil company used the pegasus as their trademark for many years.

Knowing my love for Kelly’s poetry and how I always look forward to her blog postings, I wrote to ask if she would write about my Pegasus of the Desert.  And she did.  You know she says she’s an average jo and perhaps she is…based on her “about” page description on her blog.  But, I’ve never met her.  She’s a cyber friend…  But when it comes to her creativity, there’s nothing average about her talent at all.   Thank you so much Kelly for your magical words that fit so well with the image I saw in the desert.  That one encounter brought back so many visual memories from my childhood!