Folktober challenge day 23

This is my poem for Paul Brookes’ challenge. I’ll add the link to his post when it’s up. It’s here.

Enbarr

There was beauty then unsullied,
when you trod sea foam,
leaping lightly the troughs of waves,

mane flowing with seabirds’ wings,
racing between islands, green, blue,
bearing lovers from haven to heaven and back,

and if there was unhappiness,
it was none of your doing.

Beauty then you were,
and I wish the world was galloped
by white horses again.