Whispering secrets into her mane

,
I was taller atop
her mahogany shadow,
nothing but a wisp of wind
with a place to finally be.

Hands braided into
leather reins, I could change
direction at any moment,
reign the day.

Whistling for her
with dancing booted step,
the world was all brown-eyed
love and velvet muzzle.

 

..
Written for Toads.
I owned a horse from ages 13 to 16. The feeling still runs strong in my veins. 

 

 

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3 Responses to Whispering secrets into her mane

  1. Shawna says:

    I could live in that title. Also, “mane” is an anagram for “name.”

    I love this: “I was taller atop
    her mahogany shadow” … And I feel the same way about you.

    “Whistling for her
    with dancing” … You do this, and I’ll let you ride me any time. 😉

    “the world was all brown-eyed
    love and velvet muzzle” … Adorable!!!

  2. I so LOVE your closing…one of my favorite parts about horses…that velvet muzzle. Sigh.

  3. beautifully expressed

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