A cut-out poem, from twenty-two horse clichés
So thinks the horse: don’t like; can’t look.
Blind Horse.
Own horse were horse enough but if you could put
the flogging horse off…its hobby is to eat of me.
Horses stalking a Trojan make sense:
horses pack lead in your town; eat beggars.
I’m hungry…Horse it! wild horse wishes.
Ride a horse; choke a horse;
drag a horse to Dead Horse Mouth.
Wouldn’t a doctor as a gift get high as a horse?
I would spare a good horse to cart a horse.
You can colour the heaviest horse.
Horses wink the dark drink away.
One horse don’t water the horse.
Nod before every different horse.
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This poem is rather dark for a lighthearted poetry blog, but it was an accident, I swear!
Cut-out poetry is a really easy way to create poems: take any text, print it out, then cut out the words you want to use. In this instance, I took twenty-two of the twenty-five horse clichés I found here, and played around with them until I had used all the words. (I ignored three unfamiliar idioms, and changed ‘beat’ to ‘flogging’, as that’s how I know it.)
The words you have in front of you will direct your poem to a certain extent – hence the dark tone of mine – and that’s really helpful if you’re struggling to write.
You are allowed to use your own punctuation. Subtle changes can help e.g. I capitalised ‘dead/horse/mouth’ to make them a name/place.
If you have a go, using my suggested or your own found text, do please share in the comments. I’d love to see them!
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To compensate for today’s miserable offering, I will post another horse poem tomorrow, much lighter in tone. It was written about ten years ago, when I was in a better mood 😉
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