Lynn Edge
Legacy
a ribboned sky
over the pasture
dreams of glory
It is twilight when I check on my Arabian mare. She was waxing the night before so her time is near. In the gloom, I see two shadowy figures and flashes of white. She has foaled. Then the mare throws up her head and charges towards me in a stiff-legged trot. She perceives me as an unknown threat and intends to run me down. “Easy girl. It’s me. It’s only me.”
She stops, recognizes my voice, then relaxes, but my heart still pounds. “Come on, Come on. Let’s go to the barn.”
She follows me into the stall bedded with fresh hay. The mare is a deep blood bay without a single white hair. Both her sire and dam were solid bays. Yet, the foal is lighter, almost chestnut, with a narrow blaze and four white stockings, the same markings as his famous grandsire, Ibn Hanrah.
confetti...
how
the
genes
fall
About the Author

Lynn Edge lives in a small Texas town. She’s written haibun since 2002 and her work has appeared in journals such as contemporary haibun online and Frogpond, as well as in the contemporary haibun anthology series and Best Small Fictions 2024. She’s published two books of haibun with Red Moon Press: Unsaddled (2022) and Then and Now (2025).
Nice one, Lynn. Your first haiku brought to mind Basho’s summer grasses / all that remains / of warriors’ dreams. I think your closing haiku is quite creative and apt. Ray
Thanks Ray. First time I have written about my life with horses.
lynn