Plenty of ideas this week, but none which finalised themselves in time, I should have something for tomorrow though. I make up for the lack of post, here’s a video taken this past Monday at the open mic session I attend. I’m reading ‘All Girls Dream of Ponies’.
I’ve been mulling this idea over for some time (at least two years). As my parents can testify, I was one of those little girls who every year would ask for riding lessons/a pony for my birthday. I had umpteen horses of the toy and imaginary variety when I was little, and still really really want riding lessons. Most of my peers were also in to horses when they were little, and various friends have little girls, who also quite like the idea of having a pony. I got the title stuck in my head one day whilst driving, and have been worrying away at it ever since.
Please, as always, let me know what you think. I’ll promise to try and learn from your feedback to bring you what you’ll enjoy.
All Girls Dream of Ponies
As a child I dreamt of a pony,
A valiant companion of my own.
Though many years have now passed,
That’s one dream I’ve still not out grown.
My pony would be something special,
A stallion wild and free.
Intelligent, fearless and powerful,
No one could tame him but me.
I grew older and my dream grew too,
Now a horse was my heart’s desire.
Or at least some riding lessons,
Start small and work my way higher.
Time moved on as did my dream,
Then came lessons and seeking a steed.
As soon as I saw her at the dealers,
To search further there was no need.
But I didn’t choose her, she chose me,
Like my very own Bumblebee.
Only we hadn’t just bought a horse,
But rather somewhere around thirty.
Shod in rubber and metallic of coat,
My first car, a Corsa type B.
No wild stallion for me,
She was more of a solid plodder.
But she was mine and we were free,
Well, so long as mum didn’t need her.
We toured the country up and down,
Even a little left to right.
Adventures we had along the way,
Both by day and night.
Road trips were made,
And mountains crossed.
New routes discovered,
But we were never lost.
But all things must come to an end,
My dear Bumblebee was ailing.
The final straw came whilst cornering,
And with the clutch cable failing.
A difficult call I had to make,
Replacing her that very same day.
The next day saw the end of the era,
When scrap-man came to take her away.
From a Bumblebee I had progressed,
To my very own blue TARDIS.
But through her ran eighty horses,
Not the time vortex and Idris.
New lands we went to with new friends,
And new adventures did we have there.
But my equine dream has still not gone,
When driving the two I often compare.
My TARDIS is a lovely car,
And my right foot enjoys having power.
She’s almost big enough to live in,
Just not sure where you’d fit a shower.
But I still dream of my wild stallion,
Even know what his name will be.
Glossy black with a splash of red,
My Honda Civic, Type R GT.
Posted in this week’s Poets United Poetry Pantry (#138) over at http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.co.uk/