Horses

From above I saw them

Trio of pale mountain travellers

Sipping slipstream cooling parched tongues

Coats reflective of filtered autumn sun

Unhurried untamed unworried

Aware yet unmoved by human presence

I stood watching still as a stone

And imagined us as one untethered beast

Oh fleet footed wild ones

Were I able I’d run with you

After winds at our backs

Manes like wings flashing as we gallop high

To perilous wanderings of these unpredictable shadowy mountains

Eddie’s blues

I remember us singing sad old blues songs

how I would watch your lips for a cue

You would assure me by the look in your eyes

tell me I was doing well

And you played your guitar just like an angel

followed my voice in harmony

You played your guitar just like an angel

You’ll always be a part of me

Your daddy never did understand you

Said you never learned to be a man

Put your music and you down as worthless

Left you for lost he was a broken man

Night after night you played your heart out

Your fingers gave your soul some release

I know now that you were never meant to get old

I just hope that you found some peace

And you played your guitar just like an angel

followed my voice in harmony

You played your guitar just like an angel

You’ll always play on for me

I am not a fighter

You’d think with all my strength and will

I could break free this flimsy cage contains me waiting

You’d expect I would try

But conditioning takes effect

And you being such a convincing master

Instead I pace my allotted circle wide eyed with expectation

I comply with temporary surrender

Bravado Fear Submission

Seeing the basket meant to carry vegetables or flowers

A joyful attractive thing not a container to save you

The unsavoury experience of splatter

Your authority soiled by my blood.

Cheers to the moon

Here’s to the garden man

raises a sign on country road

hopes some passersby may come

buy vegetables

He digs deep his rich garden dirt

while his dog sniffs up your walking shoes

Here’s to his beaten chair

worn from sun baking

contemplating how long must he wait

for good news

Here’s to hours after midnight

gazing up at silent skies

listening to solace rolling through

still as art on the wall

Here’s to the moon

shining bright like a headlight

take a breath take it in

let down your delicate within

for now everything feels alright

Pencil on paper. Images arise. Message received.

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