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When you come
When you're here I want not
for you to feel welcome
But I won't make you leave
After my old roan died
her stall over in the
red barn has been empty
red barn has been empty
to where you have come from
and I won't care a bit
Seems my clean stable here
has been missing a mare
I think for way to long
Well, you might grow on me
- Photos taken (2014, link) at the Vauxhall City Farm, Vauxhall, London U.K. (More pictures here).
- Photos and Poem Copyright , Jimmiehov 2014 and 2019, All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with Sanaa Rizvi at Poets United in the Poetry Pantry, http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/11/pantry-of-poetry-and-prose-3.html? m=1
- Go there to find a similar titled poem by Maya Angelou link which helped inspire me to write this.
- ** Neck rein, a horse will turn right or left at the rider's nudge on her neck, left or right, to the opposite of the nudge. The reins are not necessary at all.
- ** Neck rein, a horse will turn right or left at the rider's nudge on her neck, left or right, to the opposite of the nudge. The reins are not necessary at all.
This sounds like a warm welcome... but in the end the mare should make her own decisions.
ReplyDeleteAn inspired piece, Jim! Beautifully rendered ❤️
ReplyDeleteOh an empty stall is a sad thing indeed.
ReplyDeleteThose alpacas in the lower photo are quite good at spitting, so keep your distance.
ReplyDeleteSounds like this protagonist has settled into comfortable aloneness! I like the mixed messages; they should work to prevent further intrusion LOL.
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. I can feel the strong love and affection for the beloved roan mare; and then the reluctant opening to the possibility of loving another. I also love how I didn't really get what was coming until that last stanza revealed the information that connected all the other stanzas. Really a wonderful read.
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