Riding Into Abbeville…

Please welcome Glenn as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Glenn’s work here:https://glenndhorne.com/

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The townsfolk gathered round about
To see why he was roaring
In pain. He slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t stirring:
‘I don’t know what is wrong with him,
So sick he isn’t stirring.’

The horseman grabbed the doctor’s vest
And whispered in his auras:
‘The plague, my dear doctor.’ He drew a breath;
He died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, Previously published in FreeXpresSion September, 2015

 

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