Empty Horses



Why do you stay away




are not my wounds

–deep enough

my love

–pure enough

my devotion

–plain enough?

Long are my years in exile

heavy my heart from waiting

pleasant the poison from

golden bracelet

promising silent succor,

Agamemnon plotted then

but who plots now?

empty horses…

for she is beautiful, Paris,

she is.

but I would make you



~K Robiscoe~

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

4 Responses to “Empty Horses”

  1. oh wow . I really liked this one 🙂

  2. Love this one.

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