Completely un horse related...
Last night I felt full of vim and vigour and decided to walk to my Tai Chi Sword practice, a mile and a half away across the Heath.
I walked, had a great class, walked back through the dark and the stars. When I got home I wrote this. I thought I would share it. Enjoy!
Winter night, cold and clear, new moon.
From Tai Chi practice in the village hall
I head home across the heath, sword at my back,
Headtorch lighting me under the dark pines.
On the crest of the Heath the trees fall back.
The sky opens, Orion rising at my left hand,
Cassiopeia above me. I quench the torch: they leap to life,
Blazing over the dark trickle of tarmac.
I stop. My breath fogs.
I draw my sword.
Another me steps darkling onward,
Starlight on my blade.
Last night I felt full of vim and vigour and decided to walk to my Tai Chi Sword practice, a mile and a half away across the Heath.
I walked, had a great class, walked back through the dark and the stars. When I got home I wrote this. I thought I would share it. Enjoy!
Winter night, cold and clear, new moon.
From Tai Chi practice in the village hall
I head home across the heath, sword at my back,
Headtorch lighting me under the dark pines.
On the crest of the Heath the trees fall back.
The sky opens, Orion rising at my left hand,
Cassiopeia above me. I quench the torch: they leap to life,
Blazing over the dark trickle of tarmac.
I stop. My breath fogs.
I draw my sword.
Another me steps darkling onward,
Starlight on my blade.