CAPTIVES
© by Diane Taylor
from her book of Poetry
A SCOUNDREL BREEZE
They took the spotted mare away tonight.
The half-wild sorrel gelding watched them go.
He thundered up the hill in pale moonlight
And screamed his anger at the men below.
She trembled as they slammed the trailer door,
Dark eyes wide with trusting innocence.
The gelding, never left alone before,
Pawed up the earth along the pasture fence
That parallels the frosted country lane.
Then, furious, he rose up to the sky
With stars entangled in his bannered mane
And begged someone to come and tell him why!
And, if nobody does, I've made an oath
To open wide that gate and free us both.
© Diane Taylor