Marty Smith says: Horses have large round eyes like billiard balls set in the sides of their heads, which means they can see behind for danger. So the horse might as well tell the story of the long relationship between men and horses, in which horses always end badly. The poem also takes a gentle poke at the way horses are often represented in a mawkishly sentimental way.
Tim says: I’ve been nervous around horses ever since John Meredith’s fifth birthday party. John lived along Glengarry Crescent from me. The feature of his fifth birthday party was a large and placid horse in the back garden, on which the partygoers were offered rides. When my turn came, I lasted partway round the ride before sliding off the back of the horse and falling to the ground – and though I have since ridden horses without repeating that indignity, I have never quite conquered those early nerves. So I am glad to present a poem seen from the horse’s point of view, from a poet with infinitely more confidence around and knowledge of horses than I – and a wonderful ability to express that in her poetry.
The Tuesday Poem: This week, I’m the Hub Editor, and the poem I’ve chosen is How They Came To Privatise The Night by Maria McMillan.