[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
Birds
With hands that flutter like trapped birds, she sees
only the bars of her slow-rusting cage
each time she looks up, searching for the sky.
Preferring to look down and see the birds
still trapped, there, in her lap. Her dress is pretty,
a blue-green field with flowers; red and gold.
A meadow she can run in, forever.
She can escape across that open ground
away from here, to chase those birds in flight
across the endless blue-green meadow, thick
with flowers, red and gold. As free, at last,
as any bird could ever want to be.
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