Some people have a phantom limb. I feel the curve of the saddle between my thighs, The leather squeaks. I feel the stirrups under the balls of my feet, Gently squeeze his sides. I feel him moving beneath me, Each movement makes me ache inside. Some people have a phantom limb. I have a phantom horse.
A Black Horse & a White
The objects in my home that I love the most are my two little horses - one black, one white.For as long as I can remember I've been entranced by horses. I like to keep these little horse shaped totems close, for to me horses symbolise freedom and are very much my means of escapism.They also remind me ...
The Rain
Dew clings to the grass at Saratoga Springs. Everything seems to slow down, The track has turned green from brown. The dark coat is lathered in sweat Spattered everywhere with foamy flecks Giant nostrils flaring As they gulp down icy air. Lungs are heaving: The only sound's the heavy breathing. After a run on the course Steam rolls off the tired horse: Gets lost in the ...
Angkor Wat from the Saddle
The night was taking it’s last few breaths before it was suffocated by the heat of daylight. An orchestra of crickets played as if led by an insane conductor. The navy blue that wallpapered the sky was ever so slightly flecked with pale white stars, reminding me of a Baci Perugina chocolate box. I kept ...
