The Kelpie


1. The Warning

Do not cross the river footbridge, my dear, hush, no.
Or dare to peer the deep's pull and hues,
History has a seducing murk, waiting ever waiting,
The hypnotic chants, to convince and lull.
Innocent purple heathers, wavering brave.
Earthen tones,
The damp warmth,
The slow beating pulse,
The tartan,the loom,
The bothie,the hours.



2. The Tameness

Wild hair slick to his strong head, his neck, his pulse.
Sweat droplets,
The primal chase,the force,
The undoing of binds.

Mist, like milk, on the earth,
Dawn in it's cot,
Hot air snorted from nostrils to the skin
Sure footed, practiced, alone to lure the catch.



3. The Abandoning


Memory will not recall, has no desire,
Willing or not, as to how?
The varlet's warm wet coat against gripping legs,
The elegant tartan, sailing high upon the loch's squally wind,
The darkness growing in the folds, the loom, the weave,
The heather crushed, the fall, the joy,
The parlous ride,
One shared feral heart, teeth bared, panting,
Fast and down now to the watery underworlds,
Divine in mutual madness,
Diving hands clutching mane,
Winds muting, all protests lost forever,
Swallowed whole by mist,
Held hard under,hooves to soft throat, fading, cold eyes to dawn,
Heather holding secrets,
Of tartan billowing majestically, of,
Maidens wandering freely,
The hours, the bothie, the loom.











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Written on 2025-09-28 at 07:57

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E.M. Zacklin The PoetBay support member heart!
I love these kind of poems :), both telling a story and warning anyone who reads :) great work :)
2025-09-28