by Mary E. Lowd
Fireworks in the sky
Sparks dancing in the air
Flashes of light trace out
The hoof beats of a galloping mare
A gentle creature
Carved from violence—
Explosions & crackles
Booms & whistles
Free her from the shackles
Of non-existence
A magical, awe-inspiring moment
All the crowd can do is stare
(As the image of a unicorn fades
All that’s left is darkness
And innumerable, heartfelt
Soulful sighs
Binding us
In loss)
But the brightness left in our eyes
Reminds us: she was really there