MOLLY N JAKE

red sonja was i, i whisper with a sigh

MOLLY N JAKE

when i was 3 red sonja i wanted to be
i had a runt hound pup, ginger colored like me
and mounted on my alder stick horse
i was a warrior princess in our stump lot yard...

then

down the mountain
where the loggers worked
a steep dusty track

the magnificent teams,
horses so big their heads
were as long as the whole of me

“hey red, you n the pup want a ride,
this here’s molly n that’s jake”
lifted us up
first ride of my life
on molly’s glossy black back
north side of the ranch yard to south

smooth n easy, i fell in love
right there, right then,
many horses i’ve
owned and ridden since

but i’ve never loved one more
than i loved molly
the gentle friesian giant

so glistening black
i defied dragons and flew to the stars
on her back

never falling,
always slipping down
with my ginger hound

to land safe on my feet...

Author's Note

this poem touches a theme that wanders through much of my work,,,i tend to land on my feet...thus blessed i be...

Reviews

[dan]

jeannemarie, Believe it or not I've never ridden a horse; my wife grew up in a rural area and I had to show her the picture you posted with the poem. She LOVES the great big work horses SHE remembers in her youth. The verse you wrote, the descriptive beauty, now makes my feel like I've had the pleasure myself. Beautiful write. take care...dan

[jeannemarie coulter]

thank to both you and your lady for reading my words...love,luck, n laughter to you as well...jc

[JayceeC]

I was an indian warrior princess on my paint. He ws s always ready to let me ride bareback..halter or no. I remember tsking bailing twine to make a makeshift halter. Only fell once when I let a friend take the reins. He knew the difference immediately.
Thanks for bringing back the memories with this write.

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gorgeous poem, Jeannemarie... childhood memories captured so wonderfully that i was brought back to my own childhood where we tried to ride the wild horses as they grazed in the open fields around us... I remember my mom talking about one of the horsed her father owned and i could sense that she had a soft spot for it... I understand this hold an animal can have on us... this was a fantastic ride through your memories... blessed youa re :)

[jeannemarie coulter]

thank you for taking the time to sample my writing

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poem. Had the feel of old days and old appreciation. I liked the photo also. I enjoyed the description of place and horse. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[jeannemarie coulter]

i am blessed by your kind words

[Coyote Poetry]

My pleasure to read your words.

[wordman]

this brings back memories of a camp i attended and the horse i rode was high pockets,a monster to a 9 year old

[Perkele.7885]

This is a memory put to page so that we all may take and find pleasure in it along with you.