Monday, June 29, 2015

A Handsome Steed


He was a handsome steed
of indeterminate parentage
and what were the odds
such a one-of-a-kind wonder
should end up captured and confined
in an art gallery
in a small little town
in the middle of nowhere
in Florida of all places
where most of the faces
were lined and worn
from the wind and the sun
where people went not to galleries
but rather the beach
to have their fun

So he was left to himself
to gaze out the window
at the walkers and gawkers
who sauntered along
who sometimes caught his eye
and then stared and wondered
how in the hell he got there
which of late is what he'd been
wondering himself
'cause it had been a long time
and the sign said "Don't Touch!"
which drove him mad
and made him sad
for like most equines
he loved human contact
and now he was aging fast
and was plasticized with fear
that soon he'd be put on the shelf
where the only thing that
could ease his mind
was the thought he would not
be made into a couch.

24 comments:

Sylvia K said...

This is terrific, Lowell!! To begin with I love horses and do miss the ones I had for years! But anyway, you surprised me with this one today and I do love it!! Thanks for posting it! Hope you have a great week!!

Judy said...

Poor thing. I would have to sneak in just a tiny little touch.

RedPat said...

Good one, Lowell!

William Kendall said...

Beautiful colours on him, and creative poetry!

Lois said...

Handsome indeed! I love this post Lowell.

Linda said...

Lowell, I love the poem here and the horse, too. I am an animal lover, as you know, and although I don't get to see horses often, living in a big city like Montreal, I treasure every moment I do. I don't really understand their language like I do cats, dogs and birds, but they seem to enjoy my company as much as I do theirs and let me stroke them. :)

Kay said...

Aaaaah. But he is indeed dressed for success and ready for a parade which I suggest may be his next adventure.

magiceye said...

Wonderful photograph and verse!!

He probably waits to get old so he too can saunter on the beach like the other Floridians!

Randy said...

Nice poem.

Halcyon said...

Poor little horsie. :(

llandudnopictures said...

Wonderful!

VP said...

"which drove him mad and made him sad", you said it all here. Bravo, Lowell!

alp said...

Curiosa y divertida imagen..un saludo desde Murcia...

GreensboroDailyPhoto said...

We've got horses today. Given your header and Monday's post, you are in a horse community! Love your poem with the steed!

Janis
GDP

Tanya Breese said...

oh no, i feel sad for him!

Karl Demetz said...

Waiting for better times?
Like the poem, Lowell !

Sharon Anck said...

Oh...poor horse! Wonderful poetry!

Small City Scenes said...

Pretty neat!
I think he is not finished though.
MB

Small City Scenes said...

Only a very slightest of twinges.
MB

Birdman said...

A solid old horse, and solid lines honor it.

cieldequimper said...

Oh gosh. A couch eh?

EG CameraGirl said...

A handsome steed indeed!Sorry he was plasticized with fear, though.

Kate said...

He probably wants to be on a carousel having the ride of his life!

stardust said...


On first sight, I simply thought he was a beautiful guy but when I saw again him after reading your poem, his eyes looked sad and lonely to me. I'm moved by your compassion and sensitivity. I'd like to give him wings to fly.

Yoko

"Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again." — Henri Cartier-Bresson