Bare Back Rider by Lynn White



He was used to bareback riders,
he had been a circus horse
after all,
but she was different
as bare as Lady Godiva
covered only by her long hair.
He could feel her auburn curls
with the curls
of his long black mane
her flesh was on his flesh.
He felt it touching
felt her warmth
against him.
The audience would have felt it too,
his audience and hers.
He rolled his eyes
and stole a glance
He opened his mouth
to tell her
to cling on tight
but no words came
they were unnecessary
she knew he would help her,
help her escape them
as he carried her towards the light,
transported them both into a brighter future

© 2019 Lynn White


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Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Peach Velvet, Light Journal and So It Goes.

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