Not beautiful creatures that gallop at speed. Manes shimmer, follow them in a breeze. Hooves that thunder-hollow, Stallion in lead. Different horses, neither neigh-rattle-wheeze. White horses race up harbour to coastal sea. Rapid chasing, that races ahead in wake. Wind flies east to west, holding hidden keys. Clouds mixed grey-white, no blue sky breaks. Hills-valley … Continue reading White Horses