We are close to publishing The Very Great Britain in Poetry, and would like to reveal another of the poems to feature inside this new collection.
The White Horse of Uffington has been baffling visitors for many many years, and it’s breathtaking prowess and beauty can only really be fully appreciated from the sky. Here’s the poem which I hope you enjoy:-
Uffington’s White Horse
If you fly with the birds over Uffington
Amidst Oxfordshire’s pleasant green plain
A mysterious equine will greet you
A white horse carved from chalk; hoof and mane.
As we travel for far flung acquaintance
With this beast who enchants with his hide
And then stroll to imagine full vision
Our own stories emerge from his side.
Are we standing so close to a legend?
Born of Bronze Age? Territorial stance?
Is this striking alignment of body and soul
In full gallop, or in ritual dance?
Could it be that an artist found solace
On this hillside so distant in past
We can only imagine his glory
With his mission accomplished to last.
And if he were here to consider
His achievement still standing time’s test
He could fly with the birds soaring over
Tearful joy beating hard from his chest.