By The Silvery Moon Light, A Black Beauty Once Scene
Black Beauty Tamed
even the easy was sharp pointed
prance, plod, gait, saunter, sad,
cynic, sarcastic, cutting, caustic
not at me
at other trainers ridden,
why?
insecure? an in
excess projecting?
Always struggling to own up, keep up, be enough with True Wild Horses?
so pretty pony Shetland sweet heal slowly
baby wounds scabbed over racing rushing forcing hiding riding races many trots
To Be
Or Not To Be
unhealed still, alive, within, pain of saddle weary worn bare back ridden hard
spilling over of a
never enough
winning bets and bookie marks and fashion fields and grand stands of racing derby
Melt? Born? Cup?
losing last long faces
Of Now.
So happy a needy mirror
groom graze tack room tacky
Hay! Hay! Hay! feed fodder mayor
needed rock solid server a foal a gelding a giddy up pony a basic bare
an equal
ego to hold The Princess Diary Reigns Two
pamper
supply and feed and brsh and groom (the ego) the coat the main mane of look at me
business transacted, all bets maid, all dollars spent, all boxes ticked trifecta, daily double up,
and we're racing, heavy slow track, wet grass, sodden heart, Phar Lap Not,
supply conditioned Bee Queen Hive of Stings
glue factory scene losing last again all bets are smelling, Off ...
stung
the chasm
root
the deficit
supply
the vast void
A Bookies Delight? Loser eternal,
Not!
Fill, fast, mud rakes smooths
Back To Paddock, Mount The Stable
Boy, Buoy, Brush That Clam Maid
to penetrate the hardened armour
to saddle club the teams of pony club
to hold the weight of a long lost treasure chest
to see the mare over the gelding, take, over take,
whining whinny aweigh run free sweet pony
neigh, nay, neigh, show those hoary teeth Mr Ed The Torquing Hoarse
Flash Speak Like a God Father's Dead Bed Horse Bloody Head Turns
to block The Light
two block The Race The Cup The Prise
too many black races lost
lives, rear, die,
The End.
The Light Dims as Races Passed
Horse, Rare, Black, A Pony surely
Beauty,
Once was
Easily Seen.
~ By The Light.
