Horseflesh Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Horseflesh

Rating: 3.5


Was it the devil resting on
my rubber booted foot?
He drank for an eternity,
his mane reminding me
that flies abound in sulphur air
the weight was overwhelming now,
a hoof so sharp, of Clydesdale size,
a gentle, crushing giant.
The memory of that event
has lingered now for years,
the more I live the more I fear
it was the foot of Satan.
Perhaps the horse, for just one day,
a kindred spirit unbeknownst,
to both of us, but devils scorned,
sees wooden stakes aimed at the heart
of evil aimed at beast and man.
There was a scent that made me stand
in warming touch, unspoken words,
so close that it attracted him
a grimacing mad face.
Yet in the face of balmy heat
and feral understanding
two souls so distant, under par
unite in harmony.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Osborne 04 March 2005

Agreed, one of your absolute best. I love reading your work 10+

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Pradeep Dhavakumar 03 March 2005

Very well written poem.Thank you, .

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Allan James Saywell 03 March 2005

A devil of a poem herbert, i like the title and the word power which is vintage Nehrlich, i bequeath you a ten, which has a nought on the end unlike the people on the night shift, who forget to put the zero which is rather childish, but then they are but children With a warmth allan

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