At Exercise by May Grier

We run like racehorses: press

ourselves tight to the rail, push

against the stream of traffic,

blow strong and heavy. A check

on the rein to keep us steady.

On the turn I slip, lose a hindleg

to the thin gleam of ice

which surfaces the mud.

Slow down! My heart thuds,

last night’s dream working

itself loose like a shoe:

a wild horse in my house,

a biter, untamed and uncouth.

May Grier is from and lives in London, UK. She has had poetry published in Ink Sweat and Tears and The Soliloquist and a short story to be published in WENSUM.