Bought my ticket
Bet on you
Wild lathered sprint
You were noble
Your nostrils flaring
To take in more air
I’ve never been lucky
Another horse won
You grew embittered
One day without cause
You went lame
Standing in your stable
Ignoring my entreaty
You could have been a prize winner
I expect you thought
Watching younger horses groomed for their chance
You had more fury than a church and none of the peace
When I lit a candle I prayed
You’d run away in the night
And I would be spared your decline
Into the caustic rough
A shadow of your former self
I remember when you started out
I didn’t look closely at your teeth
Grateful for the moment
Until time became an enemy
Your eyes hard like marbles
And if you’d really been a horse
You’d have thrown me
Intent on breaking
19 thoughts on “Gift horse”
I liked this. Well done
A tear in my eye, this is beautiful.
Brilliant extended metaphor. So full of emotion and poignant. I love reading your work.
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TheFeatheredSleep – Would the teeth have told the future?
I learned recently about how miraculous empty space is. It is the pupil of the eye that allows light to give us consciousness of the world … the Native American dream catcher has the same design…
this is beautiful
What to tell such a horse? Only one thing comes to mind; “Do not go gentle into that goodnight. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” [Dylan Thomas]
I enjoyed this line in particular: “You had more fury than a church and none of the peace.” Such a powerful statement! It gave such deep insight into his/her state of mind, and pent-up, restless anger.
Well, that one is high up there, but all time favorite – hard question – I think, partly because I’ve carried it in mind so long, it must be:
‘Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,’
The shade replied,—
‘If you seek for Eldorado!’
Other than nursery rhymes and one in particular by Ogden Nash (which was included in a book of nursery rhymes along with “The Owl And The Pussycat” by Edward Lear), “The Tale Of Custard The Dragon”., Poe was my first poet. When assigned to read aloud a poem in 6th Grade, I did Poe’s “The Bells”. They didn’t get it.
A runner up of more recent acquaintance, actually two verses is from “The Rime of the Ancient Mariner” by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
“O happy living things! no tongue
Their beauty might declare:
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware:
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea. “
Psychic. That is my all time FAVORITE line of any poem. What’s yours?
💓 ( that was my favorite line too) ( thank you)
what an amazing photo to show the words
Beautiful poem! And yes, my favorite line was ‘You had more fury than a church and none of the peace’. Brilliant!
Yet another superb metaphor
favorite line: “You had more fury than a church and none of the peace”
favorite poet: You ❤
An amazing metaphor!
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