Poem -
Return
Dark shining night
With silver highlights
Riding my old mare
Through the midnight
Twisting and turning, hooves pounding
Stretched out like torpedos
Coursing in deadly form
No need for caution
I was only 16
Immortal
You were in high spirits
Greeted me at the gate
Tossed your silken head
Nuzzled my steady neck
No need for a saddle
Just a light snaffle bit
And I was on your back
The gate flung wide
We leapt out the barn
Into the waiting night
No souls awake
Just blissfully you and I
You and I how I wish I
Could return
To that strange lonely girl
Riding her favorite mare
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Welcome to Cosmo, Lucy, Happy writings,
Bernadete
I like the line "no need for caution" because it sort of encapsulates the whole feeling of this poem. And the age of the writer as she reminisces about those times. It is a deeper piece of writing than just about a girl who rides a horse. There are meanings behind the words, they are not just descriptive. I like how you give a personality to the horse. And the simile of torpedoes is good. The other line that has significance for this reader is "to that strange, lonely girl." That has resonance.
Thank you for your wonderful thoughtful comment. I think I have learned one thing is thAt
Vivid images from the heart hold their mud. Thank you for the smile this gave me.
So sorry for the tardiness of my reply. Yes vivid images from the heart do have that quality. I am glad my comment gave you a smile and you are very welcome.
So sorry for the tardiness of my reply. Yes vivid images from the heart do have that quality. I am glad my comment gave you a smile and you are very welcome.
Pinned because I once had a horse that was my everything. Nothing blows cobwebs away better than a flat out gallop. No friendship runs deeper that that between a girl and her horse. I love this poem for the way it drags me back to those woodland paths, careering beneath the trees with my neck feeling so fragile x