On First Encountering a Stallion

In a dust-clouded paddock, a summer stallion,
Not midnight black but deepest brown,
Rolled one eye, expressive and defiant,
Cautiously curious and determined to be dominant.
Tendering my trembling fingers, open
Palm of one hand in silent supplication,
I kept the other in my jacket,
Shuffling cubes of sugar in a pocket,
Relishing the sweet sting of anticipation.
Startled and skittering from a sudden motion
In the wide-angle vision of his other eye,
Both ears were pricked, his head held high.
I pursed my lips into a breathless pucker,
Whistled gently until I heard a nicker,
Watched his muscles ripple in a shimmering gloss
As he lowered his head to bring me into focus
And pressed his firm-lipped whiskery muzzle
Into my hand in the gentlest nuzzle.

Kim M. Russell, 8th November 2020

selective focus photography of black horse during daytime

For Poets and Storytellers United Writers’ Pantry #45: Horses and courses.

Here’s a poem I wrote for Visual Verse, Volume 3 Chapter 11, in September 2016, which I thought appropriate for Rosemary’s post today. I love horses, wonderful creatures and can’t stand horse racing, which I think is cruel and barbaric.   

Image by Rolands Varsbergs on Unsplash

25 thoughts on “On First Encountering a Stallion

  1. I saw a horse once. (Just kidding; I’ve seen horses several times. Once on a menu.)

    All kidding aside KR…While I haven’t interacted with horses much, I HAVE read LOTS of good writing, and THIS is in THAT herd.

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  2. Nicely done. I could even smell him (not a bad smell at all!), and see the sweat glimmering on his rippling muscles. Not one to underestimate.


  3. What a glorious portrayal of a happy moment. I share your feeling about horse racing, but I do so enjoy seeing the magnificent race horses in the fields of the Kentucky horse farms.

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  4. Nothing much better than spending time with horses, feeding them, grooming them …. riding them. My first experience was as a young girl riding farm horses to pasture when they weren’t working the fields. This was a delightful read.

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