Corn Street Bristol
In Corn Street,
In Bristol
A horse stepped
Amongst us.
Led him by
A silk rope.
They had
Unearthed him
And bathed him
In Bristol.
Every stain, burr
And tangle
That might make him
Like us
Was curried away.
Tail and mane were
Spun sugar.
His flank flowed
Like honey.
His hoofs
Bells of silver.
He could canter
On sea spray
With dolphins
About him.
I looked twice
And then
Three times
To Make sure that
I Saw
This horse
With a clear eye
That I
Was not
Mistaken.
He turned
In its socket,
One brown eye
Upon me.
Sparks flew from
The pavement.
He clattered
Away.
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