A white horse grazing. Photo: By Annie Spratt via Unsplash.
Poem: When I was a child
'When I was a child, we sung to...'
‘First let past the horses black and then let past the brown
Quickly run to the white steed and pull the rider down.’
Tam Lin (trad.)
When I was a child, we sung to
the Pearly Queen who hid
her horses by the river.
Our house held the floodgate
that opened to let high water
drain into marshland.
In the rainy season, the place looked
like a barge breaking a bow wave.
Inside, the rooms smelt waterlogged.