Horse Gail Hennessy #14

Horse

For Mrs Chris McArthur and Mark

 

You are old my horse
fashioned of polished stones

 

I caress the up and down of roundedness
each ripple catch of light that

 

speaks of the earth that held you
before the gathering by my friend

 

who tumbled you to a Joseph’s coat of
variegated sheens, chose your mountains
the going down of your valleys

 

you were made by my neighbour and
my 10 year old son when I was away

 

battling demons

 

a gift I’ve kept for all the galloped years
my hand caressing now your flaring tail,

your mane, your ears,

your ears.

 

Gail Hennessy  2016.