Running on a Horse

A new poem, unfinished as yet. 
Running on a Horse
All the pain goes streaming out behind
When we run, tears hit the wind, down a gravel road
In some lonesome landscape of countryside and soul
It’s like what they tell you about flying in a plane, how your soul
Can’t keep up and so gets left behind and must follow
At its own pace, til it finds you again. Only with horses
It’s pain and it can’t catch you at all until you
Have your horse brushed down and stabled for the night
Until your heart is back in it’s normal place, out of your throat
And settled in your chest which is, maybe, where the pain
Lodges to begin with.
This is why comfort is horse smell, sweat, leather, hay.
This is where we can move slowly and not feel the eyes in the dark.
This is why women ride, not for power over a creature so power filled
            But because for those brief, wild moments
we escape the hurts life gives us, loss and gain,
children, men, birthing and rape, being born
dying, all common as hell
This is what we seek when we lean forward, whisper into our mount’s ear, rocket down a dusky dusty  road with our hurt streaming out behind us
Like our long dark hair.
Copyright Bettina Colonna Essert 2010

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About Blue Eagle Dreamer

Shamanic High Priestess and facilitator of empowerment and healing circles for girls and women, including a monthly Red Tent Temple. BA in English, minor in anthropology. Waldorf homeschool mom. Reiki master, cranial sacral therapist, herbalist, menstruvist, feminist, epicurian.
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