anon_j_anon (anon_j_anon) wrote,

Horse dancing


mazaher (song blooming in orange water)
I found a dance— free, pure grace unfolding between beings
of different species, gods sharing joy of movement —in your words

Song blooming in orange water (let me share your dance)
Between one human and three horses— you, your witch of a Dutch mare,
and your old ones, Hanoverian gelding, Bavarian mare —napping in the April sun

I. Bavarian Waltz

Well bred and well trained, well kept and well taught
To hold her head up and keep her lines straight
She learned how to walk and to canter in time
Remained with one owner who treated her, well,
But impressed the idea that she had no mind

Of her own.
No right to her self.

She came into your care and expected the same
Rhythm and dancing to metered demands
Once she realized you actually listened

Without punishment for speaking
Giving freedom

The complaints she put forward were things you
Weren’t doing.  The things done before that she
Had grown used to.  Captivity, orders,
The waltz of her mind.  Music so strictly
Structured that freedom of silence

Is alien.
She’s happy, she’s at peace

Left alone with her gelding with space to roam
Food, water, shelter, all amply provided
But what of the void she can’t fill on her own?

Never acknowledged, only

You’ve managed to get most of the bad stuff out
But so well trained and a lifetime of waltzing
Her inner life shaped by the owner’s require-
There’s no other dance that she wants to desire.

II. Pas de Deux

Ballerinas starve themselves               He was severely misused and left to starve
They work their bodies to the limit       Then rescued and now he’s as well as his age allows
It’s terrifying what they do to be           He was disgusted with humans when you met him
Perfect.                                             Six years ago.
It seems insane.  Terrifying.                He wouldn’t talk to you.  Didn’t trust.
Skin taut against muscle                    When you gave him proof that you were willing
Muscle stretched on bone                   Not only to listen, try to understand, provide and care, but
Skeletal.                                           Give choice
Why do it?  The torture.                      He visibly began to feel like himself again,
Simple.                                             Smile, converse.
Because they live to dance.                Because he likes to talk to humans, as a peer and free being
Live for the freedom of                         He never lost his dignity because he never
Movement.                                         Forgot it.

Now, despite being 750 kg/18 hands
And quite wobbly because of his leg and back problems,
He’s a graceful partner with everyone in every situation
Dancing his own ballet.

III. Dutch Modern


dark / dark / ... dark
ready poised
arabesque killer
thrust out kick out
out / dark / out

dark / dark / ... dark
all that’s left
arching malice
dance of killing
she knows
how / can / will

dark / dark / ... time
violence to
kick hold
tense pesade
wild her own
kill / dark / dance

dark / time / ... light
three, five
to recover trust
her life and arabesque
croupade / kick / free

dark / light / dance
after seven years
she helps a ghost
troubled, find his way
to dance
self / free / witch


1. Eulogy to the witch,

She had a dark side, as all beings do.
When we met, her dark side was all that was left.
She knew she could kill,
She knew how to do it,
And she was ready to.

(they call such animals monsters, rabid)

After three years she began to trust me
A little.

After five she was happy to be alive

(how can someone take away the love of life from anyone?
but something must have survived, if)

After seven she helped a troubled, confused ghost
Find his way.

Her dark side was still there, but
The light had grown back too.

I miss her.

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