The ring she wore about her finger
Was but a jailers key
For it bound her to a life of misery
The day she placed it there.
Her freedom taken away
She became the slave
No longer allowed her own thoughts.
To him she must obey
To remove the ring would take great courage
To stand alone but free
But what a life would she have
Without the jailers key.
Life and love are but carrots
Held afar on a stick
Tempting those who dare to dream
To accept the jailers key.
Alison, as someone once said it takes two to make a marriage work. Another person said you have to live with a person to really know what they are like. If you do that before you accept, then you know what your getting into. It is then the Jailer's key doesn't apply. Great poem. Top Marks. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
The Jailor's Key is certainly an excellent metaphor for entrapment in an unsatisfying marriage. I suspect this poem might be based on personal experience - it certainly rings with a particular kind of truth. And you're right, of course. It's often the carrot of security that wins over the wings of freedom. Thought provoking piece. Well worth reading. Love, Allie xxxxx
A sad view on marriage Alison, but you have to meet the right one, it takes two to make a marriage work, and should not be rushed into...10
Nice. I like the 'image'. Alison...marriage is a great institution! However, I must admit, when I was 'paroled' many years ago...I have not committed that crime again! I've gone through a rehabilitation that has cured those temptations. Good write. L
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gave this a 9, but only for technical reasons. It is a special poem. GW62