Ann Townsend

(1962 / Pennsylvania / United States)

Unbridled - Poem by Ann Townsend

The old bridle hanging from a hook
in the new barn.

Its seams frosted with mildew
from the rain.
A line of sweat at the cavesson.
In the corners of the bit,

the green alfalfa leavings.
I used to warm it
in my hand, those winter
afternoons, so her mouth

would taste me first.
Now another horse bobs
and ducks against my bridling.
Wants a peppermint.

Bites the hand
and will not jump the ditch,
shears at speed away
from the sudden plastic bag

in the field.
How sentimentally
the old leather reins hang,
draping no one's neck.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 7, 2014

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