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even in prison there’s space between the bars


hands on bars black neon



a short poem

by punkie

fearful others

choke and smother

the right to seek and find


destroy fine art

and break our hearts

with papers long since signed


eye spy the blight

that hides from sight

behind venetian blinds


tainted pleasure

ungodly measure

some pockets to be lined


she dared to speak

up for the meek

and now is fierce maligned


forced to write

truth out of sight

she paints still though confined


to stop what’s wrong

with silent songs

her tongue tied double bind


love won’t give up

to fill greed’s cup

or dance a jig unkind


persist and fight

against the might

dark stories to unwind


each word’s a breath

defying death

and freedom left behind



© Susan Macaulay 2013 – 2015. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.



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