The Horse

Passing a field with horses in summer is to catch a breath of adventure, or
a sense of when life moved a little more slowly. Or perhaps a sense of
competition, gymkhanas, races … the held breath of watching horses cross
the finish line, another vicarious thrill …


knee-deep in your wide grey shadow
I lean towards a stand of Queen Anne’s lace

held by tall dry summer grasses                             
trying to reach the height of your neck

beyond me high above sky-touching
I am a blip beneath wide nostrils

a disturbance in your heave of breath
my hair falls forward over my eyes

I want to offer apple or carrot or hay
knee-deep in your wide grey shadow


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About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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2 Responses to The Horse

  1. Francine Wallace says:

    A horse, with a small mule, and a bird are the only ‘grandcchildren’ we will ever have. I have learned to approach the horse with prudence but also pleasure, although I still will not ride that one (did mount others briefly when a lot younger). A beautiful animal, and one grandchild I will never be asked to babysit 😉

  2. No horse on the property, but deer and one cat – keeps us busy!

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