Each day as we walked home from work,
We crossed a muddy field
And saw the horse.
She clip-clopped back and forth
From the north corner to the south,
A mud-flecked pendulum.
Oh, how we’d giggle at her stuck in that path
Like a glitching video game character,
The programming askew.
It was unnatural, seeing a free creature
Trapped in a repetitive, meaningless movement,
Each day as we walked home from work.
Luke Bateman is a poet and historian from Lancashire, UK. When not delving into the strange and beautiful worlds of the past, he dreams up his own in poetry and prose that has been featured in Glitchwords, Royal Rose and the Oxford Review of Books amongst many others. Links can be found to linktr.ee/lukebateman