Here’s my Kilburn Horse poem, I offer it as a dedication to the children of Husthwaite Primary School to remind us all of my great three days with them.
The Kilburn Horse
I fold my wings and hide them in my mane
no one knows my secret: I can fly!
As darkness falls I fix my one green eye
on distant hills beyond fields fat with grain.
Imagine clouds that roll towards the moors; a strain
of thunder stirring up a storm. The sky
so full of tears, it’s just about to cry.
I strike my hooves to swell the Swale with rain
because on nights like these I love to chase
the stars. I love the feeling when I leap
the crescent moon, and land in some strange place
where other horses live on hills and keep
a watchful eye on villages. This space –
this moor is mine when everyone’s asleep.