Poetry: Selections from Jan Darrow

Horses

Someone let go of the reins

and just like that

they were lost.

 

We had always dreamed of horses.

 

We wandered the woods

all winter

looking.

 

We found them in the spring.

 

Half dead was the horse that didn’t

shed his saddle.

 

Someone could have stitched the sores.

Those people

a vet

somebody.

But instead, they shot him.

Just like that.

A Piece of the Story

In the beginning

there was a tree lined shore

she had forgotten

and the wind.

 

One day rain

bleached

the sun away.

And when the storm came

all that she remembered

was the silence

of the wave.

Jan Darrow is a graduate of the University of Michigan and lives in Michigan with her husband and daughter.  She has recently been published by Poppy Road Review, The Purpled Nail, Black Poppy Review, and has work forthcoming in New Feathers Anthology. Her collections of poetry and flash fiction are available on Amazon.