Cheval Blanc
I saw a beer tap called
Cheval Blanc
while sitting in a tavern
in Quebec City.
Cheval Blanc.
It was the most heroic,
and poetic,
and majestic,
and powerful
name I’d heard in a while.
Cheval Blanc.
I liked the marriage
of the sound
of the v and the l
and I liked the finality
of the word "Blanc."
Right at that moment,
Cheval Blanc-
White Horse-
seemed so damned regal
and perfect.
I wished I was a cheval blanc
galloping away from town,
away from the cracks of the whips,
into the sanctity of the white woods.
Copyright © Matt Kindelmann | Year Posted 2013
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