If wishes were horses
I should be away,
Abandoning reason and common sense,
Normalcy, expectation,
Skin, blood and bone.
A beggar’s ride from nadir
To far distant crest.
And still I stay
Away, yet at home.
For horses,
Like dreams,
Are fearsome things to ride.
Mother Hen
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(Writing Prompt: AWAY, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
p.s. For the record, this is pure fiction… no need to send for the men in the white coats just yet! 🙂 xx MH
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Categories: Poetry
Mother Hen Diaries 
“Skin, blood and bone,” whew, it sent the shivers down my spine… The poem is so great! I love your word choice, the structure of the poem – and probably all about it 😉
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Thank you, Mara! I do enjoy structure, but freeform is always my preference.
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Great poem. I really liked this!
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Thank you! You are very kind… I am enjoying this recent foray into poetry.
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Lovely poem! Very deep and mysterious…Well written!
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Thanks, Lia! Glad you liked it… I’m loving this poetry challenge, even if verse is not everyone’s cup of tea. 🙂
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I’m really enjoying reading your creations!: ))
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If wishes were horses, I think of all the manure I would have to clean up. And those horses get hunger. So I’ll have to buy some hay. A proper horse needs a stable. Pretty soon I can’t afford the wishes. So I don’t wish much anymore.
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Pahahahahahaahaha! Love it! Fence maintenance. .. farrier visits… pretty soon the SPCA is posting neglect notices on your door. Best not to wish at all!
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My exact point. Besides I never get my way anyway.
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A very thoughtful piece.
I like how you established everything and your last three lines especially 🙂
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