EQUUS & ANIMA
November and I’m walking home after work,
shortcut through the paddocks
with a chill ground fog
closing in around me,
animals huddled together stare
dull eyes in a dull light,
mesmerized by their own breath.
The field is a vision of hoar-frost and sculpture,
necklaced with fences.
Air so still I hardly notice them at first—
big sorrel and girl—
standing twenty yards off
after a run.
Body steam swirling around them,
she strokes the wet flanks
in a curious pantomime
of reward or habit,
oblivious to everything but the movement
of her hands, the impatient
stamp on frozen ground.
Adrenalin still pumping
its sheer force of being,
the horse is restrained by the shy
syllables of a girl
mounting in slow motion:
cold leather yields
to thigh and back
as nostrils flared she turns him
effortlessly
with the enduring gentleness of her will.
Originally published in The Linnet’s Wings (Ireland)
Author Bio: Peter Taylor
Peter Taylor has published two books and three chapbooks and his poetry has appeared internationally in journals and anthologies. He has worked as a printer and bookbinder, medical publisher and institute director and holds a Master of Arts degree in English literature. He lives in Aurora, Canada.