…
,
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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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!!!
I so LOVE your closing…one of my favorite parts about horses…that velvet muzzle. Sigh.
beautifully expressed