Photo Challenge: Pedestrian

Young mare, on the full-moon night you were born, we
recognized one another. It was an awkward kinship of
un-belonging, both of us being more like the other
than either of us were like our mothers. No baby talk 
or embraces, we each stood squarely as equals, never
 
anyone's little girl. You were a coppery redhead, eyes ringed 
with white, a reverse racoon, and your body followed suit 
before the season changed. I took to silver before my time
too. It isn't flattering in my human world but it's not our
way to contritely bow our heads or apologize for our nature.

Last night, not thinking, I brought the geldings in before 
you. With a sharp angle to your brow, you blurted out a snort
as vehement as a sonic boom. The arc of your neck outraged, 
your furious hooves took flight, barely able to reach the ground,
galloping one churning circle after another. Yes, you're right. 

So, I waited at the gate. The geldings don't respect you yet, 
but I do. I'll hold this space for you, as mares have done for
me. Today, my sister, I'll be humbled by your metallic strength 
and raw pride. We stride this earth together, but mares take the
light and prance; not placated, not born to be mere pedestrians.
 

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Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
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(WordPress Photo Challenge is a weekly prompt to share a photo–I enjoy twisting these macro prompts to share our micro life here on the Colorado prairie. I take these photos with my phone, on my farm. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Pedestrian

21 thoughts on “Photo Challenge: Pedestrian

  1. my great white wonder was born a raccoon too … thus the barn name of Rocky, and yes I sing the song to him all the time, as we walk and graze on a not-boiling or blinding Texas evening. as a 24y/o he’s gone through all the chestnut to blinding white to heavy fleabitten stages … a good metaphor for all the changes a horse of a certain nature goes through. sorta like us. I loved this, thanks for posting it, especially today.

  2. With a sharp angle to your brow, you blurted out a snort
    as vehement as a sonic boom. The arc of your neck outraged,
    your furious hooves took flight, barely able to reach the ground,
    galloping one churning circle after another. Yes, you’re right. This captures so many moments and situations. loved reading the whole thing!!

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  4. Dianne

    As the first time owner of a mare, this was a perfect example of life with her. She was born here, although a dark bay, even blacker in the summer, she (at 10 years old now) rules the pasture and pens with her quirky ways, and small temper exhibitions…Yes, they occur when the boys get first served! Seeing your emails appear always boost my day.

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