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Jane Thissen: Poems

aberrant artist

aberrant artist

 

she moved with purpose through the herd,

mane silken threads in jewel tones,

polished hues of satin coat,

twirled cone of ivory

 

unicorn among earthbound horses

 

her neck arched with dignity

disguised profound pain

compounded over years

of herd rejection

 

chestnut, bay, even palomino

snubbed the magical creature

grazing in their valley

 

loneliness consumed her luminescence,

her brilliant rainbow hues

faded to shades of mourning,

but the horn could not be silenced

 

the unicorn painted

the landscape with magic,

brilliant blue birch,

magenta mountains,

lavender lilies

 

but all the herd saw

was aberration

 

at the time of the orange moon

the horses joined herds

from surrounding valleys,

and unicorn, ostracized,

hung her head and hid within forest

watching carousel games

 

on those holidays

the sky was grey,

the aspens brown,

and the mountains lost majesty,

but the horses did not associate

their colorless playground

to the shunning

of the artist among them

 

the full moon in spring

brought courage and flight

to the magical, mysterious mare,

she soared above earth, taking with her

the magnificence of  art,

leaving a trail of white, grey, and brown below

 

over a cliff in an isolated moment

rose reflection of emeralds and sapphires,

an inviting wind caught in downward spiral

gently placed her among thousands

emanating brilliance of creativity,

jewels of color,

and expressive horns of ivory

 

embracing tolerance

and songs of the wayward

the unicorn was home

 

and the old valley,

her family of horses, remained ordinary

because they could not recognize

the beauty of her variance