The halter hangs loose and empty from a hand,
the hand that stroked the muzzle of the horse,
the horse she rode through her youthful life,
a life now changed,
changed now the horse is gone.
The halter...
This short poem is dedicated to my supreme, all-time, equine friend, “Trinity. “
When I was holidaying in Melbourne recently, I went back to the paddock where he died. I took some pics, which resulted in a work I have called The Horses
Wendy Slee KMA, 6 months ago
I love and appreciate the sentiment here….
the connection lingers long after the horse has gone….
Paul Alleyne, 6 months ago
Very nice work, Mare
Barbara Sparhawk, 6 months ago
You’ve written very touchingly, Mare, with much feeling. My heart goes out to you in this rough time that such an enormity, such a friend, has passed. I’m proud to have known Trinity through you.
nellie, 6 months ago
A beautifully poignant expression of your love Mare…in this poem is an image of that youthful girl still, wild and free