Accumulating Equine Fear

April 17, 2010

At a workshop/ conference for writers. An exercise produced this short poem;-

The only horses I ever met either kicked or bit me

Crossing the field where the gypos live,

Dirty and unloved in their old lorries and faded wagons

Camped as always on the edge of town

Tying their pathetic ponies down with iron pegs.

Crossing it daily on my way to school

Crossing a wierd frontier and passing out

Crossing through a scrubby fearful region

Accumulates an equine fear over some years

That unpurged, so far,

Makes any riding I do a modern miracle.

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