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.
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…
Opening the Hands between Here and Here - by
On the dark road, only the weight of the rope.
/ Yet the horse is there.
Ettrick - by
When we first rade down Ettrick,
/ Our bridles were ringing, our hearts were dancing,
/ The waters were singing, the sun was glancing,
/ An’…
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…