Wednesday, March 18, 2009

A Quiet Joy

This week's Spin is titled Creative Writing 101:

A Quiet Joy

A woman stands in the doorway of a log house, a steaming mug of tea in her hand. She surveys the scene as she does every morning, through fresh, happy eyes. The rolling meadows, still hung with mist, and their white plank fences are calming. The stout rough-cut barn evokes visions of dark security, the smell of horses, hay, and leather mingled with manure are forever tied with a sense of belonging, of home. As the woman ticks over her mental list of chores to do and horses to work, the gleam of a copper coat over rippling muscles catches her eye. He pretends to graze but, in truth, is tensed and ready for the excuse that will send him streaking across the field. He will boldly thrust his regal head upward, knowing his beauty and that the woman loves him all the more for it. Watching him, the woman feels the pull to be astride him, to be a partner to his freedom as only she can. She can no more deny herself this joy than could air. At this moment she is at total peace, filled with a quiet joy.

10 comments:

Sprite's Keeper said...

Can I please be that woman? That would be the perfect morning. Love this! You're linked!

The Cookie Girl said...

I can close my eyes at this very moment and see myself riding that beautiful creature. I love horses, the smell of them, their soft velvety warm nose,and their fiery spirits. I miss my own horses. Thank you for shring this.

Katie said...

So when is your novel coming out? Seriously.

nothingfancy1 said...

Very nice!

Kingsmom said...

I like it! I could totaly see myself as that woman.

~The South Dakota Cowgirl~ said...

I love this! And can so relate since I'm fortunate enough to get to have these glorious beasts as a career. Loved this! LOVED IT! You should come visit us here on the ranch! We have four glorious stallions and about 120 horses!

1horselover53 said...

This is about horses isn't it?

Jonny's Mommy said...

Oooh... like this. Love horses. Wish I had property to have some, but then I'd have to take care of them. So, I'll let just let people around me do that and I'll admire them from afar.

Shangrila said...

Your descriptive writing placed me THERE! Beautiful, peaceful, I would read anything you wrote-you're VERY talented! Great spin. Really, I'd love to read about what happens next, how you'd describe their ride together!

Pseudonymous High School Teacher said...

I loved this spin. As a teenager I thought I would grow up to be this woman.

Mine was a dappled grey Arab.