Dusk Horseback Ride, San Miguel de Allende, GTO, Mexico |
A Lover of Horses
She
drew horses and colored them:
black,
chestnut, pinto, palomino….
Her
horse book showed everything
from
tiny prehistoric Equus to giant
Belgian Draft.
Once,
she jumped on the back of an untamed horse
on
Uncle’s farm, got dumped in the dust.
She
trotted and galloped herself, loved to run hard
until
she dropped panting on the grass.
She
rode horses in her dreams,
flew
horses into the sky.
She
read Black Beauty, felt his suffering,
saw
the sweat stains on a work horse, the deep moist eyes,
saw
horse flies make tail swish, head shake, withers quiver,
felt
their terrible sting. Cried when the neighbors killed
their
colt because they couldn’t train him.
“Too
wild,” they said.
They
sold him for dog food.
The
landlord’s son had a horse named Rusty.
Mother
held the reins while Daddy snapped a shot
of
three sisters sitting snug on Rusty’s back.
She
vowed she’d have a horse of her own
or
run away. But they moved to the city
and
she never ran away. Settled instead
for
crushes on boys, feeling awkward
in
a way she never did with horses.
In
secret, she kissed her own hand
pretending
to be kissing a he,
he
kissing her, he carrying her in his arms like
Rory
Calhoun did Marilyn Monroe
dripping
wet from The River of No Return.
Not
knowing someday she’d ride oh she’d ride
with
a partner, that being bound together for the long haul
would
be a purpose greater than being
a
lover of horses.
~
Marilyn Churchill
“A
Lover of Horses” was published and received Honorable Mention in the 2016 Contest
Edition of Peninsula Poets.
Pasture
Late
October and the wind spells winter
on
my neck. Faint scent of burning leaves
and
the dog barking in the pasture,
where
my old horse tears the grass
ferociously,
munching with all her heart.
She
eyes me by the gate but won’t admit
I’m
there: I’m trouble.
For
twenty years she’s taken my snaffle
cold
and hard on the roof of her mouth,
the
saddle that left an outline of sweat,
my
heels pounding her rib cage,
my
commanding thighs, and my weight.
She
rips the grass faster in bigger bunches,
a
binge before I tear her
from
her beloved earth, where every scrap
and
tittle of clover is a dream-come-true.
The
dog starts a game, barking and skidding
into
her face so she’ll chase him.
He
wants the pure surge of reckless,
canine
joy. But she won’t play.
She’s
old and likes what she likes: Clover.
So
I return the bridle to its rusty nail
and
decide to let her be happy there
in
the pasture. I walk out to her
with
only an apple, the sun in my eyes,
and
the scar on my left leg
that
matches hers. A sparrow hawk spirals
bright
against the blue sky,
and
I’m no filly either. Maybe
getting
old is a picnic I’m thinking
driving
home, the dog galloping his heart out,
his
tongue hanging loose, frothing
and
urgent in my sideview mirror.
~
Christine Swanberg
“Pasture,”
from The Tenderness of Memory by
Christine Swanberg (Plain View Press, 1994).
Many
people love horses. Some are fortunate enough to have horses of their own. As a
child, I often wished I lived on a farm and had a horse I could ride every day. Maybe that
is one reason why I like horse poems.
The
example poems above are both free verse, but they are different in tone, imagery
and narrative. Marilyn Churchill’s poem could be called a coming-of-age poem. The
focus of the poem is on the lover of horses, not the horses themselves. The
horses, which hold the protagonist’s attention in the first three stanzas turn
out not to be of as much significance as the reader expects. The exhilarating
ride is, in the end, a metaphor.
In Swanberg’s poem, focus is on the relationship between the narrator who wants to ride
and her aging horse who would rather not be ridden any more. The dog is
something of a foil to both of them. There is mystery in the poem, too—the scar
on the narrator’s left leg matches a scar on the horse’s, suggesting there is
much more to the story than we are told outright.
When I think of horses, I think of Dixie, the first horse I rode on my in-law's Kansas farm, and of the horse I rode at dusk in San Miguel de Allende (see the photo above). When I think of horses in poems, the first one that comes to my mind is always "A Blessing" by James Wright, which you can read at Blessing. There are two others I often think of. "Lasca" by Frank Desprez, is a narrative cowboy poem which my grandmother recited from heart, with great feeling (See Lasca). I'm convinced that if she were alive and young today, she could compete on the spoken word circuit with her rendition of "Lasca." And there is "Paul Revere's Ride" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a poem most people of my generation heard many times in elementary school (Paul Revere's Ride). I attended Longfellow school, so maybe my classmates and I heard it more often than children in other schools.
When I think of horses, I think of Dixie, the first horse I rode on my in-law's Kansas farm, and of the horse I rode at dusk in San Miguel de Allende (see the photo above). When I think of horses in poems, the first one that comes to my mind is always "A Blessing" by James Wright, which you can read at Blessing. There are two others I often think of. "Lasca" by Frank Desprez, is a narrative cowboy poem which my grandmother recited from heart, with great feeling (See Lasca). I'm convinced that if she were alive and young today, she could compete on the spoken word circuit with her rendition of "Lasca." And there is "Paul Revere's Ride" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a poem most people of my generation heard many times in elementary school (Paul Revere's Ride). I attended Longfellow school, so maybe my classmates and I heard it more often than children in other schools.
Three Additional Interesting
Horse Poems:
Edwin Muir, “The Horses,” The Horses.
Jaswinder Bolina, “Portrait
of a Horse,” Portrait of a Horse
(An adult poem reflecting on multiple metaphoric roles that can be played by a
horse).
Larry Lewis, "Anastasia and Sandman," Anastasia and Sandman (A lengthy political poem)
Larry Lewis, "Anastasia and Sandman," Anastasia and Sandman (A lengthy political poem)
Your Internet search engine will locate enough horse poems for you to binge on them if you wish.
The September Challenge:
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Bios:
Marilyn Churchill’s book of poems, Memory Stones, includes her own cover
art and illustrations. Her writing has appeared in various periodicals
including Current Magazine, Third Wednesday, and Peninsula Poets (Poetry Society of Michigan).
A former college instructor and bookseller, Marilyn continues to be involved
with bookselling as part owner with her husband, Jay Platt, of the West Side
Book Shop in Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Christine Swanberg has published a number of volumes
of poetry: Tonight on this Late Road,
Invisible String, Bread Upon the Waters, Slow Miracle, The Tenderness of Mercy, The
Red Lacquer Room, Who Walks Among the
Trees with Charity, and The Alleluia
Tree, Her most recent book, this summer, is Wild Fruition: Sonnets, Spells and Other Incantations. Her work
appears in numerous journals and anthologies. She is a popular leader of poetry
workshops in Wisconsin and Illinois.
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