Shackles hold my body
But my mind will be set free
In darkness I have freedom
My mystic friends, come visit me
While the world may go on turning
My existence all but gone
As I softly play before them
Feathered wings carry my song
When my body's cold and silent
At last my soul departs tonight
Through the bars that held me prisoner
On feathered wings, I too take flight!
Author notes
AP-sister Artist for the prompt: Maldicion_Divina_by_medusa04@deviantart.com
A contest entry
- Family Matters-pic prompt by Shadow Lynx.
900 points, ended September 21, 2008, 20 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is beautifully written! I love how you brought magical creatures in to your poem. Good luck in the contest! ~~Iridessa~~
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what a delicate dance with words...beautiful.
Nevadapoet
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That is a wonderful take on the picture, from death through the bars to the freedom of feathered flight on the outside. Superbly creative and well written, thank you Sister for entering
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Thanks so much, I am glad you enjoyed it. Such a great picture prompt! And I appreciate the kind words, my AP Brother.
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this is very lovely
It has a sweet ring to it and a very enjoyable read it is. I like this a lot, The Shaker
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Thanks so much for your kind words and for taking the time to read. I really appreciate. Take Care,,
Dena
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