Oats
I memorize you in moonlight,
blue silver shine,
whirling to the Grateful Dead
high as the proverbial kite,
leading us to the bed
legs long as Tennessee …
What I mean to say,
after all this time,
I still haven’t turned the horses out
but confined them to their stalls —
they watch through lean and dangerous eyes
and paw the hay from insanity.
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The title works well alongside the horse metaphor! I also love the alliteration you have in the first stanza with “memorize you in moonlight” and “blue silver shine.” It reads really nicely!
Delicious
every step.
From Oats to insanity.
I love the alliteration in the first stanza! Great sounds.
Ahh, the tension between freedom and confinement. I get some nice visuals from this!
Tennessee legs! Now that’s good. This is less “wrapped up” than you usually are. It’s nice change-up. I enjoy your writing so much.
I, too,, love “legs long as Tennessee”
Love the restrained desire from a persona who just can’t bring themselves to sow those oats, and I love the “What I mean to say/after all this time” – that self-doubt, recrimination, recognition
Very playful and natural romance!
Sowing the wild oats? Fantastic ending.