“She was wild before the breaking
prone to shaking her mane with gleaming consternation
with every rider thrown before a claiming could take place –
bit by bit.”
In 2017 or so, I responded to a western-themed writing prompt. New territory for me, but I think some of the resulting poems are worth sharing. Enjoy. ~T
“It was winter’s work –
and man’s . . . “
“Is every cowboy’s gaze a wanton one?” she mused.
“Is his a gun for slinging
bullets . . .
or arrows?” she wondered.