In the Blue Hour

17 October 2020 Saturday Poetry Prompt: write this Image

Ann Marie Steele
Oct 20, 2020 · 1 min read

Photo by Milin John on Unsplash

Getting this little Bronco ready to go to the mechanic
he mentions
rubbing his hands, those hands
over his five o’clock shadow
more like 12
sleekly stroking
a stallion’s nozzle
delicate, satiny firm
as he rode off into the velvety midnight blue
of dawn to meet
the Blue Hour.