Photo (Poem) Challenge: Experimental

They live with us now, hooves half 
in their own history and half in  
ours, so closely inbred that our 
insecurities show in each other's 
eyes. So close that we tell each 

other's secrets with blunt honesty 
but pretend to not hear, just like 
family. Some horses show a bold 
compassion that humbles the human 
heart, while some bipeds manage to 

lift their shoulders and canter out, 
momentarily free of their personal 
gravity. Most of us walk the middle 
path, carrying the burden of our 
dreams, with hope whittled down to 

fit a smaller space. Quieted to cause
less spook or bolt; cramped into a tiny
corner of a small barn. Why would we
reduce horses to our own image, when
we could recreate ourselves in theirs?
….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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Currently planning summer clinics in Scotland and the UK.
2018 is filling quickly; please contact me here if you would like to host a clinic or attend one. Check out our entire clinic schedule here. 
(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. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Experimental

Photo (Poem) Challenge: Temporary

He has walked on from this place. 
Into memory, this creature of heart 
and spirit. He can't remember a time 
he didn't know you, either. Named 
with a young girl's passion, this 

colt grew to encompass all that was 
true, the standard measure dwarfing  
all lesser things. Such a life cannot 
stay cramped in a worn body, tied to 
a shallow breath. Has he gone to wind,

a heart unbound? Call out his name. 
Cry proud tears, for you are his legacy. 
He is worthy of mourning, worthy of 
celebration of all you've become in each
other. Hold steady that primal moment
 
in half-light just before the sun goes to
rest; when gray horses pause in reflection
of all that matters most. In that slow fade 
he will return; the dear scent of his mane
carrying you up on a silver-white breeze. 


….

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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Currently planning summer clinics in Scotland and the UK.
2018 is filling quickly; please contact me here if you would like to host a clinic or attend one. Check out our entire clinic schedule here. 
(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. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Temporary 

Photo (Poem) Challenge: Peek

Did he want to be invisible? As still
as wood, his head holds solitude in 
the corner. This bay gelding does not 
have a lightning bolt blaze on his face
or tall white stockings that pull my eye.
 
His coat the color of honey in tea, his
mane and tail a shade darker. He is
elegance in understatement. Close enough
to touch, I'm greedy to feel his warmth, to
run my fingers though the texture of his
 
mane. But I stand away. His body is not 
mine. My eye travels the flawless arc of 
his neck to his ear, fully aware of all 
that I am, have been, could be. At last
to his eye, cautiously on guard. So still,

so unmoving and exquisitely profound in 
his silence, that I exhale my jangling desire 
to show him courtesy. Let the air hang in
peace. I will wait for the acknowledgment 
that is his to give, not mine to take.

….

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm

Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro

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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. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Peek

Photo (Poem) Challenge: Rounded

The whorl beneath a forelock. The 
velvet comma nostrils. The curve 
of a neck, the serpentine of a 
spine. That soft S-shaped swing 
of a tail, as hooves stride on by.

The greeting from an intelligence 
that encompasses its entire equine 
body. The arc of a friendship. The 
swell of affection. The initiation 
of a spiral that begins as a light

caressing curve and ever so gradually 
comes around in loops smaller and 
ever smaller, binding tighter and 
deeper, until there is just one life. 
A life that circumscribes the Infinite.
….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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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. And then I write a poem. No psych, definitely not high-tech.)

Rounded

Photo (Poem) Challenge: Glow

The sun hurries now, eager to be gone. A chill 
breeze scatters the last embers of fall, crisp 
leaves layer the pasture, enticing as dry toast.
The north wind will take the rest tomorrow.

Naked branches will haunt this farm and we'll
retreat to the barn. The horses have grown 
dense coats against the season ahead and the 
elders, already stiff, seek corners open to the

light but protected from cold gusting threats.
My own skin is a bit thinner, rosy bruises
on my forearms. I'll harvest the last of the
season and sort the remains. Words that

failed me. Opportunities that dried on a
branch outside my reach. And worries, torn
loose to the wind, tossed for want of healing.
Warmth will come to this prairie again but

for now we'll hunker close, shallow-breathing   
dry air and conserving energy for the storms that
will surely come. Our nature charges a stark price 
to be paid for unfinished deeds, regretfully late.
….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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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.)

Photo (Poem) Challenge: Scale

The thing you call cute, in a high-pitched
squeal, hears no compliment. Is it your goal
to demean me? Because you see me as less
does not make me your servant. Your cooing

says more about your standing in this herd
than it does mine. This thing you call stubborn
is the obvious reply given to one with such 
arrogance. Such rude heckling and pink-faced

ranting does not rate an honest answer. You may
judge me but height is only a temporary advantage, 
easy to overcome. Your predator privilege lands 
hollow in the herd where we value each other's

strength. How to understand you, Human, with 
your needy treat outstretched. Stand tall, you who
cannot find equity in your own herd, trust your
worth. You can earn respect here without bribery.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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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.)

Scale

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.
 

 ….
Solstice in Scotland: We’re in process of planning a series of clinics in June 2018. If you would like to host a clinic or attend a clinic, please contact me here.
 ….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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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

Photo Challenge: Windows

Has it been a year? Scanning the pasture 
from the kitchen sink, I don't see your 
swayed back. A sideways pause at my desk 
staring out the north window to check
 
the runs; there's an old donkey in yours. 
Walking my tea to the back porch at dusk, 
the colors aren't flickering in your tail. 
The sun isn't setting softly on your ears.
 
You're still not here. It's a time-worn habit so
I keep checking. But for a sense that you might 
be standing just back of me, your whiskers not
quite tickling my shoulder. I still don't miss you.

 ….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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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.)

Windows

Photo Challenge: Layered

It began with a word so small and unspoken 
that it waited in a bitter slick at the back 
of your tongue, held in check, afraid to trespass 
the air. The rest of the words trickled down the 
back of your throat, left dangling with other threads

of hard yearning and cold disappointment, caught 
suspended between fear and lust for a scream. Soon 
even a whisper is too much. So little air can pass 
that a sigh turns to a gasp, a strangle self-inflicted 
but denied until it bloats the body, stifling light 

and intention. So bound by muzzles of our own making, 
blue tints to our lips and the water in our eyes floods
over the parched skin covering dehydrated bones. We are 
not dead, just feigning life. Suffering will never nourish 
your blood. A feast of tears and angst is a hollow meal.
 
Let your ragged gasp bray out, hack and spit those
stale words to the earth to be cleaned. Suffering is
not a sacrament to be lifted up for worship. Avert your
eyes instead to the blunt beauty of clouds galloping 
shadows over the mesa, warming crevices with new growth.

 

….

 

 

Anna Blake at Infinity Farm

Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro

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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.)

Layered

Photo Challenge: Visiting Friends

We shared stories as we drove up the canyon road 
that angled between rocks, colored grape and copper 
and sienna; geometric rocks stacked like massive 
bricks as perpendicular to the earth as castle
walls. Tucked between gnarled trees were ageless

log cabins without porches or windows, creosote  
black and hunkered low on southern exposures,  
open to long meadows edged with pine and aspen 
that quake and sway in the late morning sun. We 
first saw the herd under the shade of a lone fir 

on an open grassy stretch. They'd been watching us 
long before we saw them, a platoon of longear 
sentinels judging our intent. One tall and elegant 
with an aristocratic nose. A stoic gray who asked 
for less than he wanted. A jenny as wide as she was  

tall and just the color of milk in tea. Two rough and 
tumble brothers with a schoolboy sense of humor. Our 
friend's laughter came up on the breeze and we all  
stood shoulder to belly and head to heart, passing  
hours grazing, scratching donkey ears, and admiring 

wise mule eyes. At the water tank, Fiona sipped with 
slow caution and then left the tip of her pink tongue  
dangling just past her whisker lips; she let me and  
it felt cool and delicate to my touch. And intimate  
beyond reason. Driving back, the road was unfamiliar. 

Aspen leaves turned to gold before our eyes as the sky
faded to a pale shade of winter tourquoise. We nibbled 
on cookies made of seeds and apples and grains, and
the particles wedged between our teeth became the 
bittersweet flavor of reluctance and September grass.

 

 ….
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm
Horse Advocate, Author, Speaker, Equine Pro
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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.)