The liberation

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Trapped in a small cocoon,
Long have I been waiting
During many a moon
For this second coming.
I was wrapped up all warm
In a shroud of cotton
I was merely a worm,
In a land all forgotten,
A changeling, in this hold,
The cosiest of jails.
My wings were in a fold,
A mesh of tangled sails,
Hidden from all to see,
Colours of vibrant blue.
Now is the time for me
To arise and be true.
As in a spider's web
My feelings are entrapped,
As in a straining ebb,
My limbs tied down and strapped.
I fear that I will not
Ever escape these walls.
Having loosened the knot,
I look around these halls,
For I want to break free
And, like the butterfly,
Soar up into the tree,
To the cloud, to the sky.

 

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Harry O'Neill

Fri 6th Mar 2015 13:33



I don`t know how I missed this!

Laura and Andy are right to use the words rich and dense about it.

(Andy`s instinct is also right about stanzas.)

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Laura Taylor

Thu 5th Mar 2015 10:49

Agree with Andy - the language and imagery are dense and rich. A beautiful poem, with some disturbing ideas beneath your metaphors.

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Andy N

Mon 2nd Mar 2015 12:32

Did enjoy this Marie-Anne but you may want to break this up into Stanzas, as it is beauitfully wrote, it caused me to lose my breath halfway through it owning to the richness of the language. It is excellent however.

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