Carousel Ghost Horse

Our Poem

The Carousel keeps turning in the evenings fading light
Its horses have no shadow, every bulb is shining bright,
One horse a handsome dapple grey, Pegasus by name
Had a heart that beat beneath his wooden frame.
He longed to ride upon the wind and touch the silver moon
He told the other horses he would go there very soon.
He tossed his head and danced upon the air
The pole above him crumbled, the bolts no longer there.
And his heart beat even stronger, freedom he could see
As the stars shone above, it was time for breaking free.


Verse by Mary Lascelles