Fay Slimm.

Captive.

 

Captive.


Captive\'s clipped feathers
lie in wild distress
aside bird internment.

Indifferent steel-bands
win flight-abandon
for one Nightingale catch.

Intense sight seeks far
beyond prison bars
and flies high to first star.

Compulsion to sing
evokes some inbuilt
recall of matings on wing.

 

Incessant thrashing

at wire walls asks

this fear-time to pass.

Trilling for freedom

cage-bird pleadings

make me steal the key.


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Fly ~ ~ my beautiful

oh quickly use

open door to a future

that now is all yours.

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