“Old Man” Poem Published!

“Old Man” was published online by Viewless Wings Publisher: https://viewlesswings.com/2021/11/30/the-value-of-poetry-workshops-and-coaching/

Old Man

White hairs pepper his sepia forehead below a thinned black mane.

They cover the nether side of his throat like an old man’s goatee, 

light eyeshadow near dark eyes still large and curious,

a chalky accent along the lean muscle of his neck,

a patch here and there above his fetlocks, the side of one hock.

War injuries, not age, the erectness of his posture suggests.

The winter months are approaching,

a time of year when he quickly loses heft.

I monitor his eating closely, watch him slowly nibble his grain,

prod him to eat more.

His muzzle works methodically,

slipping food past worn molars no longer capable of chewing.

The farrier laughs when she comes to trim his hooves. 

Nothing to trim, she says,

He shuffles like an old man

His hind legs cross as he rambles.

I watch him head slowly to the far corner of the field

then double back at a happy gait,

not exactly a run,

proud of his stride, nonetheless. 

He has a thing for the mares,

neighs, expects them to respond–  

they glance at him for a second, go back to grazing.

He makes an effort to rear up,

tries to jump the fence separating him from them

though he’d been gelded ages ago.

Perhaps he’s forgotten.

He has an agenda.

Dirty old man, the barn manager calls him.

I remember how we used to ride through lush east coast forest,

sail through the air over fallen logs,

pass between trees with barely enough space for his torso and my legs,

eat mulberries from low-hanging branches,

avoid stinging nettle.

Once, we encountered a lone hiker with a monstrous backpack the color of algae–  

a fast lope brought to an abrupt stop,

a surprised hello,

her warning about a copperhead poking his head out of the creek. 

I look at his frail legs and am reminded of the year he foundered,

coffin bone twisted in the hoof,

padded high-heeled horseshoes,

special diet,

minimal exercise.

I remember the lightning complex fires,

his evacuation,

the helicopters,

the pregnant cow escaping the stall next to his.

I don’t know how much longer I’ll have him. 

Arthritis is rearing its own ugly head.

Still, he shows off a feisty side usually kept well-hidden.

Some have suggested I need to let him go,

the winter will be very hard,

loss is a part of life.

He looks up from his bucket of grain,

gazes at me with kind eyes.

A bit rusty but I’ve still got it in me, he says,

give me a second.

He presses his muzzle against my cheek, a kiss.

Old age is nothing, he reassures me

Other poems published in anthologies:

“When Your Heart No Longer Beats” was published in Wingless Dreamer’s Field of Black Roses anthology.

“Compassion” and “The Who That You Are,” were both published in the Las Positas College Journal of Arts and Literature, Havik anthology. Will post those shortly!

My collection of poems, “Remember This Day,” has been accepted for publication by Finishing Line Press.

Very excited about all of this wonderful news!



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