This is for Ginger

From the story of Black Beauty, I had always admired Ginger. I wanted to tell a part of her story, and.. well.. it didn't come out quite as expected, but I enjoy this piece none the less. Going to edit soon, as it has a few errors.

To Market, To Market..
To buy a fresh Mare.
The old one is sodden..
And her coat has gone Bare..

To Butcher, To Butcher..
To put down the Beast..
A shame that the Horse..
Is not fit for a Feast..

Her eyes were all sunken back in her head,
The family saw she was better fit for dead.
No hands had they, to do it themselves..
A horse is not fit, for the tolling of Bells.

A knock-kneed filly, she was a Prize in her Day.
Till the Wife of the Master was Spirited Away.
Separated was she, From her one True Heart.
Shattering her Spirit into Many smalls Parts.

Day by Day her resolve would so Falter,
Bearing Reins pulled tight, about her neck did they halter.
Fancy Steps cried the Mistress, Rein them Tighter!
Gone now is the Heart of the Spirited Fighter.

From Cab to Cab, she took her Stand.
She's felt the Lash from the Driver's hand.
Through London Streets and Cursed Bleats,
Through Icy Colds and Blistering Heats..
A Filly's Story is Told.

Broken and Useless, Worth less than a guinea.
For one brief moment.. She hears Beauty's winnie.
A flicker of memory, a moment of Love.
Time has worn down, and shattered His Dove.

But cry not my Children,
Fret not my Women..
A Heartbeat on Earth,
Rings tenfold in Heaven..

Though Her life has been Taken,
The Soul shall not be Forsaken..
For above all the Horses, and all throughout Heaven,
There are Pastures of Gold, where they run with their Brethren.

Though Her story is saddening,
And the Bitterness; Maddening..
Though her coat is coarse, and her body concave.
To Black Beauty; her Spirit to live She gave.

Her time is now up and the Cleaver runs High,
A desperate thrash gives she, with the rolling of her eye.
Their love has been severed, but their memories remain,
Her Spirit Lives on, while her body runs down the drain.

To Market, To Market..
A guinea for a Horse on Sale.
Home again, Home again..
A new thread to weave to the Tale.

Author's Note

I'm not a pro when it comes to structure and the types of poems there are, but I'm still learning. I will be editing this piece as soon as I figure out a better structure for it. Thank you ahead of time for all the advice, if any at all. <3

Reviews

[Emily Jarvis]

I liked it! Though the structure was fine and the poem was good ^_^

[Belinda Rice]

i really like this poem alot exspecally this part


A knock-kneed filly, she was a Prize in her Day.
Till the Wife of the Master was Spirited Away.
Separated was she, From her one True Heart.
Shattering her Spirit into Many smalls Parts.


alittle sad but great write i hope to see more......Belinda