Taking Ponies Home by Moonlight

When the liquid moonlight dripped
Like water from their manes,
And the blinding white on white
On silver blazed across the lanes.

Where the shadows slipped-and ran
The gauntlet of the dust
And the lace-wing patterns lit
Their listening ears with frost.

Very short –the miles we went
Through beechwoods.
Here the noise
And weep – for all must go
And drain away with base alloys.


Eva Travers,

Born 7th November 1921, died 18th January, 2008