Living with a horse in a one-bedroom flat
up five-flight of stairs could become a nightmare
one of these days we're moving out ...
And we get on fine here - the filly and I
there's enough for us to eat -
always butter for the hay
Yet though she never nags me
nor goes neighing to the neighbours
I know how she longs for a taste of summer-grass
And when at night I'm riding her
bare back around the roof-tops
we both of us are dreaming of a boundless plain
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
I've hauled my boyhood master -
old Mr Television down the stairs
Now he blinks and stammers on the pavement
even though he's not plugged in
But someone's tapping at my window -
who is she here - who leans into my room?
Long-limbed she is and dressed in green
as the mountain-ash in summer
And I climb into her arms beneath a single star - O
Mr Television - if you could see me now!
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC