Riding out with Alice

When I was a little girl,
no bigger than I should be,
I would ride with Alice.

She had that horse woman's slope
and chain smoked cigarettes,
I felt such a big girl
just riding out with Alice.

I was just a small girl
on a pony riding beside
Alice on her horse,
'she hated children'
brought me puzzles
with pieces missing
whenever I was ill.

When I was a little girl
I would ride out with Alice,
my pony farting
in the winter wind
and too many oats

We would pause by the stile
as Alice lit another 'fag'
and Fred who humped
any bitch in the neighbourhood
would journey with us
a carriage dog of ancestry
and the morals of them all.

When I was a little girl
no bigger than I should be
I would ride with Alice
in plumes of smoke
stopping by the old Stile.




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Written on 2014-12-14 at 19:40

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I have to disagree with William. To me, this is a classic Elle poem: a quietly musical memory.
2014-12-18



A little different than your usual style, but in a good way. Reminiscent, a little nostalgic, but realistically described, down to the incontinent horse and the promiscuous dog :). Enjoyed.
2014-12-16


Bob
I like it!
2014-12-16



What a great memory of a little girl out with an older one, learning to smoke and riding a pony. How good can it be for a memory? I love it!
2014-12-16


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There are times as you lay sleeping , dreaming
You dream of riding again with Alice
The wiff of her fag , in your nostals one more again
You smile '' giddy up'' , you say to your pony
You swear you can feelthe poney between your thighs
All is well , has it once was a life time ago , it is again
Ken
2014-12-15