Flowering pea vines

Entwining their trellis,

Clinging for dear life –

I stand nearby on steps of brick,

Unaware of future strife.

Holding a wooden cooking spoon all covered in brownie batter,

My eyes linger elsewhere;

My gaze transfixed;

The brownie batter


Sapphire is out today,

Out in her great green pasture;

She plods along grazing

But in my mind, she with her grey dappled flanks

Rising, gallops far away,

Considerably faster.

Sapphire rolling beneath a cobalt sky

Frosted with an English breeze

Will forever and throughout my life

Bring me to my knees.


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