Author: The Mottled Selkie PM
A poem for my friend, mentor, writer and horse enthusiast who passed away last year.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 109 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3083542
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Her roughly hewn hands
crease like rhino skin around
the horse's bridle. She
runs fingers through its coat,
its mane, along shovel-sharp
hooves. Elysium washed in gold foil,
from the old books
she gave me. The horse
nickers when I step over
spearpoints of grass to reach
them. "Are you okay here?"
I ask her, the horse, the splintered
air. She turns to me and smiles.
"I've taken the arrow out. He'll
be fine." She presses her
calloused palm against the horse's
mouth and he exhales
warm velvet breath
through her brow.
Just a poem I wrote about a friend who passed away.