Dark eyes, older than her years,
the horse’s shoulder shows damage,
thick scars and a stilted gait, the
opposite knee blown large from the
work of compensating, shifting weight
for a different balance. What is it like
being a horse too lame to run, how to
survive the vulnerability we can’t escape?
Looking down to my own stiff joints,
scars that will not fade. Gray mares,
our instincts tamped down, forging a
thin trust in the lightness of letting go.
…
I love all your blogs. This old grey mare has hips and shoulders made of moving parts and titanium. My riding days are over but my love and kinship for horses remain.
Thank you for your beautiful poetry. Your words always touch a deep place in my soul. I hope that someday you gather these exquisite poems together and publish a collection.
Thank you for sharing your gifts.
Funny you should mention that, Dawn. The poetry book is coming out this week! Thanks for the kind words.
This week!! Oh, such wonderful news!!
Yippee!! I’ve been debating with the printer, but it’s finally ready. Thanks, Susan
Love, love, love this one! I seem to have a soft spot for the old, the injured, the hurting. This applies to dogs, cats, people, too. Facing a probable hip replacement this fall…and looking forward, but with some trepidation. Thank you for this one – especially!
Thanks, Mark, and good luck with the hip. I had foot surgery a couple years back and am so happy with the result…
Simply beautiful.
Thanks, Michelle
Simply beautiful.
Anna, may I share your poem with a closed Facebook group for older women?
Yes, share away. Thank you.
Thank you!
Read this poem through tears…very beautiful.
Thanks, Meredith… It’s not fun to consider, I know.
Read this poem through tears…very beautiful.
We have a forever foster mare that this describes perfectly. She seems to live with her vulnerability well. I hope she is happy & content here.
Thanks Anna. Another fabulous post.
For me, these are the most difficult horses to read. Good luck with her, Lauran.
We have a forever foster mare that this describes perfectly. She seems to live with her vulnerability well. I hope she is happy & content here.
Thanks Anna. Another fabulous post.
ahhhh … letting go …
🙂
Such power in these few words <3
Thanks, Jane.