Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Hounds at a Stable Door

Hounds at a Stable Door by John Emms

Lingering near yearning blue sky
Hounds at a stable door crying.
Massive limbs tensed waiting to play
Plaintive cries mixed with dog-spying.

Waiting while howling, then lying.
Will he come to open that door?
Velvet eyes softly denying
Iron spirits demand to soar.

Copyright 2008 JO Janoski


  1. Aren't dogs the best? Their emotions never fall far from the forefront, even if they can, occasionally, be misinterpreted. Great poem, Jo!

  2. good poem--the last line is so true!

  3. dogs do live in a state of anticipation. Whenever you leave, you leave forever and whenever you come back you have been gone forever. We can walk across the street and the mourning is palpable and we can return 10 minutes later and the celebration is on.

  4. I have two furkids of the canine persuasion and I think you captured their exuberance for engagement at the stable door quite well, Jo, and the picture is precious!