.               Anonymous Horse


Today I launched the lonely horse club.

On the way to La Haye we stopped the

car and I played une chanson au cheval.


Should we give it a name this chestnut

with a mane partially covering one sad

eye and ears drooped over a long face?


Solitary in a field devoid of trees, not a

makeshift lean-to nor rivulet nor stream

nor an adjacent herd of mooing charolais.


   My serenade was a soliloquy to an

audience of one, a rendition which was

endeavouring to banish abandonment.


Oh, preoccupied blinkered people, as

you progress past gated enclosures,

   pause for a heavy hearted horse.



Ryan. 22 August 2022

Normandy France.