Somewhere between
Eight and nine
It hit
My heart swelled
With it
And anything
Equine
Had to, HaD To,
HAD TO
Be mine
Six years later
Finally
Heard that nicker
Just for me
And was never able
To stray from
The stable
In overalls
We
Cleaned stalls
Cleaned leather
Learned how to tie a
Tether
Brushed our horses
Raced in the pasture
Or just laid like sacks
Across those broad
Sun-warmed backs
And became one
With our obsession
Years (many)
Later, my heart
Still stirs at a soft
Nicker
For me, heaven will be
Filled with hay and a whinny
This posted for the prompt at Poetic
Bloomings where they ask us to write about our favorite hang-outs
when we were growing up. For me that was the stable—loved horses
then, love them now—some things never change. We lived there,
loving every scent, chore and of course the horses. Heaven. Also,
for Tash and all the wonderful poets at Open Link Night—might not
be typical Halloween fare, but horses did and always will bewitch me
:-) dversepoets.com and this is a stretch, however, this
horse-filled life was definitely a choice that overrode pretty much
every other extracurricular activity in my teen years, and one that
I'm forever thankful to have had--for the prompt “choices” at
Poetryjaam.blogspot.com