Claddaghduff (for my grandfather)

This is another result from a prompt in writing club. My sister liked it and thought I should share it with family and friends. I posted it to my live journal on Father’s day, and now I’m finally posting it here.

horses Claddaghduff


By the ocean,

The horse races,

His shoes striking

Wet sand.

Shells gleam

In the sunset.

The strand shines.

An old man,

Astride,

Reclaims his youth.