The field

He sat in the field looking at the horse

and in the distance the horse looked back.

It was all so beautifully simple,

no words or gesticulations of hands

waving, and the man and horse

waited and bit by bit the horse made

its way to the man nudging the man

with its mighty wounded forehead

and I sat there and I cried because

I recognised that pain; its called

disfigurement.

6 thoughts on “The field

      1. Oh good to know it’s sparked by a film.. I’ll wait for your writings about the course.. All is well here, i just came back from the mountains 🙂

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