My Father’s Horse

The gate was down—and gone, my father's horse.
I searched all night. At dawn, my father's horse

to marshes ran; I tracked him, following
the squawks of startled swans. My father's horse
next ran to wastes beyond the Border Bridge.
I promised to search on. My father's horse

was all that you could want for nerve and speed:
in fields, unmatched for brawn, my father's horse.

I lost him. I could never return home.
Years passed; I come upon my father's horse

in dreams I dream by day, and in night dreams
I rope him—I ride home my father's horse.


M. Shayne Bell received a Creative Writing Fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts (1991). His poem, “One Hundred Years of Russian Revolution," was a finalist for the Rhysling Award (1989). His poetry has been published in Modern Haiku, The Fibonacci Review, The Ghazal Page, Shot Glass Journal, Dialogue, Sunstone, Amazing Stories, Asimov’s, etc. Bell also publishes science fiction, and has been a finalist for the Hugo and Nebula awards. He received a first place Writers of the Future award (1990).