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When the Hoofbeats Found Me

  • Writer: The Wayfarer Quinn
    The Wayfarer Quinn
  • May 15
  • 2 min read

Updated: May 20

I wasn’t chasing a horse story. It was chasing me. Not with speed—but with stillness. A kind of stillness that rattles your bones more than thunder ever could. I didn’t grow up with horses. I wasn’t the saddle-type. But one day, while scrolling through images of wild black stallions, something inside me bowed. It didn’t kneel. It bowed—like it recognized a queen.


The phrase came out of nowhere: I bow. I neigh. I approve.


At first, I laughed. Then I shivered. Because that line didn’t feel made up—it felt remembered.


I’ve always wandered through metaphors. I see meaning in flickering lights, in broken fences, in the way shadows stretch before sunrise. But horses? They were never part of my vocabulary. Not until they started walking into my dreams and then, bolder still, into my waking thoughts.


There’s something about them. The wildness. The restraint. The sound of hooves on dry earth like a heartbeat you almost forgot you had.


And so, I followed.

Not to write about horses, but to write through them.


At first, I thought it was a one-page poem. A one-off thought. But that white blaze—like a sword of light drawn by the stars—kept showing up.


I started seeing stables in my imagination. Started hearing whispers in the silence—hoofbeats wrapped in verses.


And soon, Ms. Stallion Warrior was born. Not just a horse. Not just a metaphor. But a voice. A gatekeeper of power and poise. A creature who held pain and pride in equal measure—and who didn’t flinch from either.


This book became more than I expected. A sanctuary. A metaphorical stable where transformation walks on four legs, where strength isn’t loud, and where every gallop is a prayer.


It’s not a manual. Not a memoir. It’s a mirror.

And if you ever find yourself bowing to something wordless inside you—something strong and still—maybe you’ll hear it too:


I bow. I neigh. I approve. —m.S.W


🐎✨ “I Wrote About Horses, But It Was Never About Horses

My latest book of metaphorical short pieces is now live.

✦ Available in paperback (for those who like to feel the weight of words),

✦ And eBook (for those who carry stories in their pocket).

*** Let your mind wander. You never know what it’s trying to show you.




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