The mare has wide chocolate eyes
too big and too bug-ish
slanted too far toward her sun scabbed nose.
The mare, skewbald and squatty,
sits too low in her pasterns
and walks tip toe over uneven ground.
Her ears are flat and angry.
She will bite me if i let her.
The mare screams loudly beneath me
banshee-like and tense
her stained tail sticking straight up.
Her terrific screech hurtles from barrel belly
up her long neck
and out past large yellowed teeth.
She screams at her fear
and my own.
She could eat the world
if only it fit in that wicked mouth.
The mare carries me
through deep wood and big water.
She often forgets how to love
and be loved.
She often forgets most things
but not treats, 8 AM breakfast,
and how to carve a path through deep woods
with only my shaky hands to guide her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The mare has wide chocolate eyestoo big and too bug-ishslanted too far toward her sun scabbed nose.The mare, skewbald and squatty,sits too low in her pasternsand walks tip toe over uneven ground.Her ears are flat and angry.She will bite me if i let her.The mare screams loudly beneath mebanshee-like and tenseher stained tail sticking straight … Read More<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3765","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pa867U-YJ","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3765","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3765"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3765\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3766,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3765\/revisions\/3766"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3765"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3765"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/underwoodpress.com\/ruescribe\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3765"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Addison Krone is a young female poet focused on creating freeform poetry that showcases her life experiences. She often writes while traveling across the country for equestrian work. Most of her art is based around familial relationships and living life on the road.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"