2 poems by Roger Hare : A Liturgy of Horses & Fly on the Window

Horses, Pair, Wild Horses, Animals, Wild, Stallion

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A Liturgy of Horses

                         after 'Ganga Vandana' by Martti Anttila

The efforts we go to 
for the things that we worship: the horses 
we saddle-up: the provisions we assemble:
the hours we ride: the dust
we put up with in our eyes:
when we arrive, the hope
that room will be made for us.

The care we take 
to fit alongside 
the young man,
the old man,
the groups of men – always
the men
with tents
and towels: horses 
waiting patiently 
beneath the trees.

How different it looks  
as an outsider:
the young man,
the old man,
the groups of men – always
the men
with tents
and towels: horses 
tethered beneath the trees 
looking like a stage-set. 

I want to run amok

with firecrackers, rude words 
and in the aftermath
quieter moments of testimony 
that prospect for gold –
the freedom to ride.

Fly on The Window

wearing its mechanics without shame – 
compound eyes a shade
to match several of the books

unopened on my shelf since their day
as a must-buy; I visit most afternoons, 
make a purchase every fortnight, 

chosen to impress with knowledge 
of Sunday magazine reviews 
or because the cover is pretty.

Mid-day Browser is a bit-part for me; 
from behind the till I’m a Principal Player, 
making an entrance each day 

with a wipe-away of lunchtime tuna.
Under their gathered brows my care of covers 
is as admired as is my inhalation 

of fresh pages and attention 
to shelf-tags that spell 
Tabitha’s top reads.

Now, contemplating the facets of the day, 
I recall their applause, the shouts of ‘encore’, 
imagine their captivation 

with how I strode the stage today, 
the breath they hold to anticipate 
tomorrow’s matinee, how, 

at the thought I may one day
move on, their eyes 
glaze over.


Bio from Roger: As a bookseller and then community development worker I rediscovered a love for writing. I’m grateful to have poetry in several online and print publications, to be a prizewinner in the 2020 Manchester Cathedral Poetry Competition and to have a pamphlet commended in the 2021 ‘Frosted Fire Firsts’ pamphlet competition. 
I write primarily from my interest in being diverted by an idea, something overheard, an observation, a fascination, insight or emotion related to landscape, history, sociology, geology, the sciences. I can be found on Twitter @RogerHare6

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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