Golden cage gleams –
And it seems
That magnificence beams
From the wrought metal,
Look beyond decorative nettles
Inside is a delicate petal;
The small bird inside looks up with weary eye
Fly, bird, fly!
Up and beyond the sky!
Above the pearly-grey clouds that crash
Small wings dash
Escape the heavy rain’s lash.
But no, met with woe,
For above, and below
Are golden bars, not rain and snow
Stay trapped in the inside
And in misery you’ll reside
Many times you’ve tried
To fly.
Beauty masks death;
Feel his cold breath
Down your back, up your neck
Ruffles small feathers
Like wind in the heather
But this bird will never
be free.
Watch him waste away,
Throughout a night and a day;
His dreams fade
The last sight that was seen
Was the golden cage’s gleam –
Instead of a meadow so green.
Gentler gold waits;
As the sunlight abates
Bird crumples, seals his fate.
A pile of bones
But now he’s truly at home,
Flying in the sky’s dome.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
