The Mare – while looking over old photos for some to illustrate existing poems, I found a photo that inspired me to write a new poem! It’s short, but evokes the moment.

The Mare

There’s a mare there

in the meadow,

down in the grass.

Warm in a sunny place.



Free from saddle.

Alone in clover.

All satin and lace.

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