Original poems and found images
–by Mia Sara
It’s a hard trick to pull off,
dropping the reins on a rider-less horse.
No rope, no saddle, no “Thank you, m’am.”
It’s a long walk home to an empty stable.
The halter. The harness. The wasted feed.
Spit the dust from your mouth
and insert the bit, the one you love.
Freedom is for beginners,
that makes you an old hand on the rails.
You jumped that high fence, bareback,
straddled on a show pony. But now
it’s not the ride that really chaps you raw,
when the horse is yours, your stallion,
your 18 hands of golden palomino,
his tangled mane, his unshod feet.
It’s hanging up your spurs in the vacant stall.
Mia Sara is an actress and poet living in Los Angeles. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in poemmemoirstory, Pembroke Magazine, The Write Room, PANK, Cultural Weekly, The Kit Kat Review, Forge, The Dirty Napkin, St. Ann’s Review, among others. For more please visit: http://wheretofindmiasara.tumblr.com/