She sang the song with pony poise
and those who heard were hers
on Spanish steel of castile strings
and silver saddled spurs.
And those who heard by song
she sang transported to some Spain
or distant islands forth from whence
she’d take them once again,
then cantering to a wintery place
of snow and snow clad firs
cleansed, perennial and green
redeemed, restored and loved,
for golden voice and golden hair
and golden touch were hers.
From Brendan Connolly's anthology, The Bridle Path,
prepared for publication and edited by Brian Bingham,
Next edition of Automatic Pilot available in print and digital format in July 2020.
Closing date for submissions, 15th June 2020.