Unbridled
A poem by Barb Christing

Unbridled

The stallions are running
—manes whipping with their effort—
through fields and woods
that smell of crushed jasmine.

Muscles strain as hooves pound
upon the ground,
thunderous freedom
rings through oceanic skies
that drown their wild eyes
in a blur of blues and greens,
far beyond the could-have-beens

that huddle in the stable,
tethered to apathy’s door,
choked in air that hangs heavy,
and cold,
no place for the bold
now running free,
where cloying grays
cannot bind them.

About the Author:

Barb Christing is the author of the children’s picture book African Heartbeat, published by World Vision. Her work appears in Birding, MomSense, and Western Alumni Gazette. She was the Director of World Wildlife Fund’s Bohorok River Visitor Center, in Gunung Leuser National Park, Indonesia, where she worked on rehabilitating orangutans, and herself. She currently lives in the Appalachian Mountains with her husband Adam and their self-sustaining silk plants.

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