19 February: An Old Horse Named Nana

AI art. colourful horse in the style of Laurel Burch.

An Old Horse Named Nana

There was this big old horse
that lived out its final years
in the pasture next to our house.

When my boys were small they’d
feed the horse windfall apples
from the orchard. Bucket loads.

We couldn’t eat them all. Don’t
know anyone who can eat
a whole orchard full of apples.

Anyway, we thought that horse
had dementia — an occasional
long-term memory spurt when

it thought it was a colt again.
It’d run up and down the field,
the ground resonating drums.

And then it would stop, and
stare at our house, as if wondering,

“Where did that house come from?”

We didn’t know the horse’s name.
It wasn’t our horse. The boys
decided to call it Nana because

it wasn’t a cowboy sort of horse.

AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney

10 responses to “19 February: An Old Horse Named Nana”

    1. Ah. Thanks so much.

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  1. Just very powerful poem made me cry


    1. Oh, I’m sorry that it made you cry. It wasn’t meant to, Michele.

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      1. It’s a beautifully written poem really tugs at the heart strings for me

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  2. Beautiful, Misky. Breathtakingly so. And that image … 💙


  3. It’s possible horses lose it when they’re kept alone. Poor Nana. Though I don’t suppose she’d have wanted to be a cowboy sort of horse 🙂 A stirring memory.


    1. She was sweet old thing. When the boys were at school, I had long conversations with her. Good company.


      1. Horses are lovely animals.


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