Beneath calloused hands
she sighs, heat rises,
tune whistles softly,
time languid as he
rubs, bathes, soothes
his pretty little filly.
From beneath straw brim,
I blush, pretend it's Montana's
scorching summer sun.
by Margaret Bednar, June 14, 2013
This is for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads "Artistic Interpretations with Margaret - Cowboy Poetry" (THAT'S ME!) I am hosting today's challenge.
This is what I call "Cowboy Poetry LITE" as most of us responding do not live out west, nor live the life of a cowboy/girl. This is a contemporary piece as, believe it or not, traditional cowboy poetry has meter and rhyme. If you are at al interested in learning more about cowboy poetry, click the above link. And I invite you to give it a try.
The photographer we are writing our poetry to is the incredibly talented Merri Melde of "The Equestrian Vagabond". Her horse blog can be found HERE, her photography for sale HERE. She also sells jewelry and artwork!