This week will be a bit different than past weeks, since today I’ll be incorporating a new genre of literature, poetry, in response to today’s daily prompt “Orange.”
Now let me give you a little background information on how my poem ties into the prompt. My little horse is a chesnut, a color similar to orange, but with a rich, rusty red shade that ties it all in for a lovely combination. This is a poem I wrote quite some time ago in my journal that I believe captures the very essence of the horse.
I love my horse
His tangled mane, the sound of hoof beats on the gritty back roads
His lovely ear, delicate hooves, and powerful strides
I have a great, big, wide-eyed wonder
A horse, a horse awakening in the crisp twilight
Yes, I awoke in the twilight with the clouds forming over the yellowing hills
The wind whistling through half- grown stalks of corn…
The quail scattering beneath the mighty strides
The earth below becoming a blur
The milo stalks cracking under galloping feet
The rush of wind stinging my face
And the gift of a horse
I love it so much it scares me sometimes
I can relive it all
Jingle of the bridle
Creak of the saddle
Sounds of pattering hoof beats in the crisp, twilight air
And the earth cries harmony
Many a time I have been scolded for focusing too much on horses, and I know it’s definitely not something you want to get trapped into. Horses are beautiful animals, but they are not a god to be worshipped. Sometimes, I fall into that trap and this poem is not a representation of that.
But this is what I feel when I ride, and I wanted to share it. Hope you enjoyed something new!
( A special thanks goes out to Google and equine-photo.net for the picture)