Thursday, December 29, 2016

The Cage. Free Verse Poem.

Little goldfinch,
Stay with me.
You are lucky,
You are free…

I must sit here at this table.
Copy words from my book.
Mama says I need to learn
To be responsible,
To behave well.

I want to fly,
I want to leave.
Take me somewhere
Where sentences don’t exist.

I wish you could talk,
I wish you understood.
Do you feel 
The way I do?

This room is a prison,
My flowers are dead.
The apples on the table
Smell of sawdust and lead.

Quickly, my darling,
Hide under my dress.
Mama is returning.
You don’t want to
Go back into your cage.




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