Mark Scrivener Poetry Blog No. 40 Unicorn

UNICORN

Originally written for younger readers, this poem was published in the NSW School Magazine. However, it has, I think, a little subtext about the slightly more fantastical but fun side of imagination that could appeal to older readers as well.

  

Unicorn- Mark Scrivener

          UNICORN

In the moon-glow, bright and white,

On the midnight's deep,

In the beams of dreaming light,

Over the city asleep,

On the clouds' white glaze,

Past the stars, on night's dark ways,

Something is softly stamping its feet.

Is it only the far thunder's beat?

Is it only a drifting, bright cloud

On the edge of the rise of the storm?

Or is it a prancing and proud,

Moon-born unicorn?

Its voice is the far ocean's swell,

It rides on the moon's silent beams;

Its horn is a white, spiralled shell,

Its path is the pathway of dreams.

On the edge of the rise of the storm,

Over the city asleep,

Is it a drift of bright cloud?

Or is it a prancing and proud,

Moon-born unicorn,

Softly, softly stamping its feet?