Mongolian Rhapsody
The violinist slowly plucks
the last stars from an eternal sky.
The cellist joins in,
wavers up the dawn.
On the grassy steppes,
the shuffle of a herd of wild horses
as they shake off sleep
is echoed by the soft bass beat
of a tribal drum.
The tempo shifts from adagio to andante,
and the horses are on the move.
The cello warms with the sun.
The violin sings the high of a summer breeze.
Their pace increases, the percussion
now staccato, the strings vivace,
as the music races the ponies
across the open plain,
celebrating the land that is theirs.
Mary Kipps enjoys composing in traditional forms as well as in free verse. A former Pushcart Prize nominee, her poems have appeared regularly in journals and anthologies across the U.S. and abroad since 2005. She is also the author of three Kindle eBooks of paranormal satire: All in Vein, A Sucker for Heels, and Bitten: A Practical Guide to Dating a Vampire.
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