wild horses gallop
through her mind’s long ago rooms
spirit whinnies free
wonders why they corralled her
in nursing home’s confined stall
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Linking to Toads’ Garden, inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem of “long ago rooms”
mustangs of monterrey
12 Apr 2018 10 Comments
in tanka Tags: gallop, horses, mustangs, nursing home, spirit, stall
a poem in my pocket 
Apr 14, 2018 @ 18:50:39
Beautifully encapsulated.
Apr 14, 2018 @ 21:24:31
Thanks, Rosemary!
Apr 13, 2018 @ 04:17:09
The corralled, and maybe broke, old woman is such a poignant image compared to the young, galloping free one.
Apr 13, 2018 @ 13:56:17
Thanks, Mary…yes, maybe broken. But the spirit lives on, even when body is old.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 23:44:55
I would wonder too, Lynn. Wild horse lovers don’t deserve to be confined in a nursing home. Do any of us? BTW, I rode a horse to my first two years of high school. Nebraska.
This is a nice micro-poem. (I’m also logged in at the Imaginary Garden)
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Apr 13, 2018 @ 13:54:24
Thanks for commenting, Jim! My mother-in-law rode her pony to country school 🙂
Apr 12, 2018 @ 14:06:15
One does associate them with freedom – and this makes me think she’s a bit demented with age as they have now “corralled” her. Alzheimers or anything like it is so very sad.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 20:33:50
it is sad to be confused…perhaps scary too.
Apr 12, 2018 @ 09:08:54
I hear thundering hooves and silent rooms – you could not have chosen a better contrast – gives the impounding immense impact-
Apr 12, 2018 @ 09:18:37
I am grateful you shared your insights here, Laura.