Two chestnut horses beneath a Blackthorn tree
their perfect forms against the sky,
we stopped and watched incuriously
as they no doubt did you and I,
their breathing heavy, their eyes afire,
alert with every sinew flexed,
did spark in us our bright desire
to follow that which we know best.
What I really enjoy about this piece, besides its formal perfection and brevity, is the ambiguity of narrator in the last four lines. Who is speaking here, the horses or the couple? Don’t answer, David! For I believe that it is both.
D
Thanks Devon, always appreciated.
David