Untouchable Stallion [Poem]

The stable light fixture in the centre of the room, 

seems irrelevant in the shadows of its presence.

Light glistens across its sturdy back.

A stallion, as strong as stone and as cold as stone.

It's cut like a chess piece,

but has no regard in protecting its queen.

I sit watching it,

as I feel afloat in this white room.

Plain walls, no windows, no doors.

Just tightly tiled floors.

What an impressive specimen.

So familiar to me.

I imagine moving closer.

Though I do not dare act,

for fear it would move from me.

How in awe of it I am.

Hours into days,

days into years.

But it makes me unsettled.

A nervousness that makes the room uncanny.

As if at any moment it could come to life,

and stampede across this room.

"How foolish."

I begin to think.

"There is no place for a statue stallion,

who chills the air,

who's shadow is bigger than I,

who consumes this space,

and neglects my eyes."

"Why display a masterpiece

when you fear to hold it in admiration.

Why allow it to consume this room,

when you fear it could push you out."

Yet it remained.

My masterpiece in my room.

Too big now for me to move it.

Too big now for me to move onward.

I pause, and shift my view.

I take a deep breath in,

and step outside its shadow.

But I can only move one step at a time.

Even so, it's too large to take notice of me.

Now I cannot see my most admired piece.

I want to turn back, but I resist, murmuring;

"There is no place for a statue stallion,

when it's so lovely to touch

yet so unsettling to approach"

My back turns.

I pause, I wait, and I hold one breath.

I make the next move.

Out of this room and into another.

Plain walls, no windows, no doors.

Just tightly tiled floors.

Emptiness now fills.

Checkmate.