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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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