Photo & Poem: Herself


No shy curve, she takes a direct line. The
big mare trots up with authority, her ears
shouting orders in all directions at once, her
body dwarfed by an ageless spirit that has

yet to find its limit. If she needed you, she’d
never let it show. Settle your doubt and
stand with equality, tall and square, as she
tosses out a bold challenge with the flash of

her tail, a disarming question in the arch of her
brow. The big mare has a broad chest, straight
legs, and her coat is the color of soil that could
grow rose gold, imperial topaz, and chocolate.


Anna Blake at Infinity Farm

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18 thoughts on “Photo & Poem: Herself”

  1. I have never had a mare and rarely ridden one, but I know from past trainers and current friends what a challenge they are — no wonder they lead the herd. To Brits, they are like Nature’s Howlers (our aunts), to use a Harry Potter term.


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