Horse-bathing Parade - by
A few clouds float across the grand blue sky,
/ The glorious sun has mounted zenith-high,
/ Mile upon mile of sand, flat, golden,…
horses
A Poem Before Breakfast - by
before the door opens and the pony crashes in with hoof-dirt and flicky
/ muzzle. You ordered eggs and toast but Pony’s…
Sainless - by
I hae stuid an hour o the lown midsimmer nicht
/ til twal o the knock i the leelang glamarie-licht
/ by…
When Mum Describes a Horse - by
When mum describes a horse
/ She has seen from her low bed
/ Galloping across the white wall
/ Or through it
/
/ We cough and…
Viking Horse-bone Ice Skates - by
The horse won’t know how its metatarsal
/ can be whittled by friction with the lake,
/ how the act of skating is part…
Two Horses Against A Hill (for Aonghas) - by
Two horses against a hill, / shoulder to shoulder, / one faces East, the other West, / and I think…
Summer - by
Summer climbs the mountains.
/ Flowers overcolour and blanch.
/ Men leave the sun and sit,
/ tree-tented, by the cold creek.
/ Horses bray, each apart
/ in the…
In Fields of Sleepdreaming - by
The pack of wild colts went smoking by,
/ muzzles ferocious, hides hirsute,
/ manes swept out stiff, bold, like thick staves;
/ they came through…
What the horses see at night - by
When the day-birds have settled
/ in their creaking trees,
/ the doors of the forest open
/ for the flitting
/ drift of deer
/ among the bright croziers
/ of…
The twa cuddies - by
As I cam roon by Tinto’s back,
/ I heard twa cuddies haein a crack.
/ I heard yin tae the tither say,
/ ‘Wha will…
Spring in the Valley of the Racehorse - by
He tenses against the hot
metal of the starting-gate,
eyeballing the wide swatch
of flat green
Shangtu - by
From The Journals of Marco Polo, I. 61
/
/ At Shangtu he keeps a stud :
/ ten thousand mares and geldings, all white…