Flying Horse Lane
Down Flying Horse Lane
we trotted at first, hand in hand
headed for school, and later
we cantered and galloped and jumped
until
one day
like ponies we flew,
skimming the hedgerows
and dodging the boughs, the wind
in our manes and our breathing like
clouds.
It seems
if children believe they are
horses who fly, their galloping
canter and clattering hooves
can sail them quite close to the sky.
Serena Trowbridge reads a lot of poetry but has only recently started (admitting to) writing it. She lives in Worcestershire where she does a lot of walking and cloud-watching, and in her spare time she is a lecturer in English Literature at Birmingham City University.
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