Golden Queen... by Sara Calcagno

A herd of horses and centaurs was providing water in the stream ..
From the bank went up a creature of dazzling beauty ..
with the statuesque body of a white horse,
the bust of a woman and the head from which bloomed roses and golden foliage
Her gaze met mine
She was clearly the head of the herd
because when let out a primal appeal ..
all other horses and centaurs left with her ..fast .. galloping
To where I do not know ..
And in a moment the wood was empty ..
empty without that beauty,
empty without that wonder,
empty without that grace ..