Caged
Frooping neck like a flower stem
Placed in glass case where water
Can’t fulfil the dreams of fear
From dark oul’ petals that fall one by one
On a dry surface where nothing lives.
♞♜♝
Bring back the times when sweetness
Was a ship in a bottle on a shelf.
No one could reach the beauty
Inside the corked paradise we lived
It together on a hill where strips are
Stars above us in a place where catchers
Have feathers in their hair and share
The passion of buffalo’s breath
As steam rises from a woolly back
And they snort orders to the wind,
On a morning in wild plains across the
Sea of light, grass surfs towards the
Wavering sky.
♞♜♝
She is dying from his stubbornness
Caged inside a greenhouse
Green flies eat her eyes, green tears stain her
Face.
♞♜♝
In her garden painted stones peep out from behind
Fences where people hide and mock
The birds eat from her hands the words
Of ancient Irish maidens with flowing hair
Skipping across the bridge of water long
Flown between the pillars of truth spent
So carelessly in the hands of those without
The courage of one who saved the land
From marauding bulldogs, their teeth sharpened
By another in a river of silt where no one
Feels the softness of moss under bare foot
On a mountain. She can talk with the angels
As the morning frost lets the sunshine on her face
And bring the sparkle to her reflecting soul.
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