Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Thursday May 12, 2011 Theme Thursday

Image from the internet.

Theme Thursday: Escape

Heavy grey clouds threaten
Shyly clear blue peeks through
Tiny opening in the clouds

There is a place upon the land
In which I fit
Snuggle in
Lick the glue on the envelope
Pull down the flap

Having found this place
Just my size and style
Do I now need escape
Run away
Seek the unfamiliar
Is it too comfortable
In the downey nest

Like the young aviaries
Do I need to spread my wings
Soar in the wind
Sing the gypsy song
Wander free
Or like a child's kite
Do I need you to hold the string
Which secures me
To my mesa home
Below the sacred mountain
Under threatening skies


Stafford Ray said...

This poem so well expresses the eternal tug-o-war between freedom and security. 'Or like a child's kite
Do I need you to hold the string'.

Mary said...

Well written, Annell. The conflict between wanting to soar free and needing someone or something as an anchor!