Tuesday Poem - The Horse is Loose by Emma Barnes

The Horse is Loose

The horse is loose. In traffic. Eyes all white, the
saddle flapping, stirrups beating.

A red ute speeds beside it. Somone half out the
window grasping for reins, she pulls

down as the horse rears next to the red, red,
truck. The horse digs in its heels. Stops. The

rider tumbles through the window. She lands on
the smallest boots. The horse, the horse

is now a tap dancer refusing to stand still, it
does a quick routine, shuffle hop step, the

shim sham shimmy. Backwards, backwards,
back legs up onto grass, onto hill backing

away. The rider. Her helmet frames her neck,
tinier, her checks insignificant. They stand

together, jarred limb-ed, vibrating knee-ed. Both
heaving in, breath in shovelfuls.



Here is the link to Emma's blog - http://elbowsonthetable.blogspot.co.nz/