Photo Challenge: Structure

 

This horse covers the ground more quietly
on four hooves than my old feet can manage,
dynamic strides so I stretch to keep up.
Awareness pulses in his ears and nostrils,
that’s character carved in his jaw and if

the sun is setting just right, you can look
into his eye and see the universe lie flat
and small at the left edge of his heart. I’m
only a bit embarrassed to admit that I time
my breath so I can take in his spent exhale.

I’m six times his age. It seems the sharper
his profile, the more mine loses definition.
My cheeks are abraded flat with fruitless
emotion and the prairie wind has turned
my ears to gristle like the old donkey’s.

The corners of my mouth have stretched
from screaming at the moon and my eyelids
have gradually swollen to protect my eyes
from sights that hurt them. Six times his age,
using his breath, trailing safe in his stride.

 ….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Structure

Anna Blake

31 thoughts on “Photo Challenge: Structure”

  1. So lovely, so eloquent..I love your blog, I love your photos accompanied by your poetry. Reflections, soul enriching.
    Thank you Anna❤️

  2. Anna, So many of your photo challenges and words leave me with long lasting goosebumps, but this one touched a secret place deep inside that only the horses know about.

  3. Will tuck this away with hope that it will remind me not to take a second for granted that I am with my horses. And to remember how blessed I am to be here with them.
    Thank you

  4. 🦄😘🍀 can relate to this…just a little…but then perhaps I am aware…on my way to acceptance…with compassion for Self.
    Namaste, with love 💛

  5. “The corners of my mouth have stretched from
    screaming at the moon and my eyelids have
    gradually swollen to protect my eyes from
    sights that hurt them. Six times his age,
    using his breath, trailing safe in his stride.”

    . . . all of it, but especially the part about the prairie wind (I live on there too) and this ^
    . . . using his breath . . . you’ve done it . . . you got it. Exactly. Thank you.

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