Poetry Exhibition: 3 - Mommy You Fell From Your Horse

Mother here nor Mother there

Stifles up two guided rides

I bleed out when blood runs bare

And she tears forth through sullied hair

Protect protect she wailed from where

From here not there but near instead

As they peered at me gripping mare

And she tears forth through sullied hair

But gallop not for speed is rare

Mother prayed for patience first

Yet cuts rush forth they do with care

And she tears forth through sullied hair

For my horse the horse hers and their

Trample amply deep with force

Bulge in ride out she’ll face wear

And she tears forth through sullied hair

Bye bye Mother your hide is bare

Devilry keen and fiendishly fresh

You yourself your She shall fare

And she tears forth through sullied hair

So get gone Mother bleed from there

And witness true rides for your days

For you alone shall feel the mare

And you alone will tear quite forth

Through sullied hair and hopeless worth

     - J. A. Kind