Thursday, 4 April 2019

String of Ponies

by Lisa Fields

Tied with room
to lay down and rise
in their closeness
from prowlers
of the night

I watch them
from a place
beyond the trees,
their backs in parallel lines
coats glossing
in the lavender dusk-

I think of my time
as one of them
lithe and
light of bone
dark trimmed-
a shining pony                                              
delightful, exciting
until our touch
grew deep
he turned away
to seek the shallows


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Lisa Fields lives in Southwestern New Mexico. Writing poetry expresses her desire to be immersed in a state of balance. Her inspiration comes from the joy of wild places and the challenge to live happily in the domesticated world. She is a contract writer for Quirine Ketterings, Professor of Nutrient Management in Agricultural Systems, Cornell University, Ithaca, NY. In her home state of NY, Lisa served the farming community as an Extension educator for 10 years, and then worked for 10 years as a self-employed advisor.

1 comment:

  1. The metaphor is so vivid, so real, the reveal surprised me like an exploding cigar.