In the Spring 2009 issue of RSC, we published a poem titled "With Horse" submitted by Christian Ward. We've recently discovered that this poem was written by Kathryn Simmonds with the title "With Zebra" and published in La Petite Zine, lucky #13 issue (summer 2003). We regret publishing a plagiarized poem, which we accepted in good faith.With Horse
This time I'm slinging in a horse.
I won't mention that bruised down-and-out beside the bridge,
the smile he gives as day turns into night,
the orange sky. It's all been done and like you said, it's kind of
overplayed. I need a horse with a dust-shagged mane
and sooted snout. I'll have him wander graceful through the page.
2. Horse Chez-moi
The horse's made himself at home.
When I'm kicking back to MTV or flicking through my own
collected works, he's jiggling to get up on my knee.
Luckily he gets distracted easily - he likes to read about himself,
and he's clicking on a pixelated hide, summoning the plains of Wyoming,
trying to find chat rooms that will let him in.
I say my terrace isn't big enough for both of us -
he says too bad, reminds me I invited him
(weren't things too predictable,
my poems stored in boxes never accidentally squashed by hooves).
3. Horse Lament
I'll admit I used him as a prop,
but how was I to know he'd start to muscle in.
Please, I want to go back to the down-and-out, the orange sky.
People have begun to stare, they're fascinated by the state we're in,
me and him, the just-for-Christmas horse who won't leave.
My carpets stink. He's always on the internet. He says he's found
a new community, he's ditched the plains, the orange sky,
he says this time he's slinging in a man.
Christian Ward is a 28 year old London based poet whose work currently appears in Sage Trail, Grasslimb and Wordletting. His new chapbook, Bone Transmissions, will be published in March by Maverick Duck Press.