On a whim, I followed the twisted river.
Instinct galloping on up ahead,
astride the sparkling moment.
Effervescent and soft saddled,
my sleek and sturdy steed
ran like the wind.
Blustered and blown, I felt that sharp sting,
that biting buzz of conscience,
Reason and his long loyal henchman,
had joined forces, collaborated
to stop my errant flight.
The strong arms of thought and logic
those powerful twin adversaries,
clung around my ankles.
But my wily and wise earthbound feet
had grown swift, with wings
upon their willing heels.
For that bright and glorious butterfly
that had formed, and fluttered
from my ever open heart...
was far too full of joy, for me to ever resist,
and I, its guardian and willing cohort
had no more doubt.
I gathered myself up, and swirling light
and scattering colour, I danced
out into the waiting world.
Where my life became a painting,
and my every footstep
became a poem.
© Susannah Bec 2011
This was originally posted over at my prompt writing blog - Panopticulated.
It was written in response to a wordle prompt and all 12 words are in there. :-)