Tuesday, June 2, 2015

The Love That Guides My Pen

Somewhere in time's own space
There must be some sweet pastured place
Where creeks sing on and tall trees grow
Some paradise where horses go,
For by the love that guides my pen
I know great horses live again.
                      ~Stanley Harrison

I started out wanting a poem about cats – couldn’t find a really great short one.  So then I tried dogs.  Same.  So here’s a good one about horses.  I used to ride a lot and I miss it, but I’m so arthritic I don’t think I could sit a horse anymore.  But I still love to just be around them, feed them carrots, inhale the scent of them, feel their warm breath on my face and hands, look into their kind, dark eyes.

Sunday the weather was perfect for a round of nine-hole, par-three golf:  temps in the upper fifties, light breeze, sunny skies.  I didn’t play particularly well, but it was great to be out there.  I recently bought a new light-weight bag and only took a putter, a driver, a pitching iron, an eight-iron and my favorite hybrid club for when my drive falls short.  I left my little push cart at home to carry the bag on the course.  Lost a brand new ball in a pond, but got several bogies (one over par) and had no really disasterous hole, which for me is pretty good.  I’ll never be a good player, but it’s a sweet game even for duffers.

The book I’m writing is coming along, but very slowly.  I have to have a version of it on my editor’s desk by the middle of July.  It’s going to be close.  And yes, it’s okay – even necessary – to take a break for a round of golf.


Anonymous said...

Maybe a future novel can feature golf.

Monica Ferris said...

I have a running character - Godwin's friend Raphael - who plays golf and had pulled Godwin into trying it. But a mystery surrounding golf - hmmmm. I'll have to think about that. An eight iron would be a spiffy murder weapon. Shove the body into a water hazard . . .

Linda O. Johnston said...

I never really got into golfing, Monica, but I love the look of golf courses. The poem is sweet, although I'm surprised you couldn't find a good, short one about cats or dogs.

Monica Ferris said...

Linda, I remember reading that the reason golf courses please the eyes is because they (inadvertently) resemble the great plains of Africa; great stretches of cropped-short grass and the occasional tree, with here and there a waterhole. I know I love the look of them.

Betty Hechtman said...

I have an even closer deadline, but still took off time on Sunday to go to Disneyland. Sometimes you just need to air out your mind.

Betty Hechtman said...

I like the way golf courses look, as well. When one mof y dogs died I drew my vision of where I thought he went. When I looked at it, I realized it look like a golf course. So, I guess you could say they are heavenly to me.

Monica Ferris said...

See, Betty? They also look like those cemeteries that don't have upright gravestones. Great clear swathes of grass, here and there a stately tree, and flowerbeds - though golf courses don't run to flowerbeds.