Two poems by John Challis

Horses in Upton Park I hadn’t expected the horses, splendid in their yellow smocks and welder’s visors. What they must have thought of us. They lived in stables in the field. In scrapheaps by the motorway, stunted ones, peppered white, wore ornately coloured saddles, were tied to little caravans with cardboard on the windows. Deep down a country lane a sudden swift galloping blind to … Continue reading Two poems by John Challis