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even in prison there’s space between the bars

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hands on bars black neon

 


quarantine

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.

 

Susan Macaulay created and curates SheQuotesMy Alzheimer’s Story,  Amazing Women RockAmazingSusan.com, and Succeed With Susan. She is a feminist, global citizen, lifelong learner and the author of Everyday Feminine Wisdom and soon-to-be-published “the dogs’ breakfast.”






2 Responses to “even in prison there’s space between the bars”

  1. Suzan says:

    Amazing Susan – simply amazing…………..
    xxx