Like a ghost
the rain haunts the wind
that screams and begs to be
let in
the frightened windowpane
as I
search and seek tshe church's sancturary
from these devilish elements.
I creep into
the safety of its silence
light a candle
against tdhe madness of this night.
A panic striken bird
scrambles from pew to pew
and tries to
raise itself to
the Heavens
only to be
shackled by the stained light.
Unable to understand
the nature of the altar
and how the all-altering light
praises the Divinity.
God's in his Heaven
all right
as theatrical thunder
& stage lighting lightning
flickers and strobes
as if this was
a 1970's Disco.
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My heart
a trapped bird
trapped by that...that
sets it
free
Awesome wording... Scarlett speaks of the beating heart and you can feel it within this piece.
Funny, I can almost feel the frantic beating of its heart, the wild fear, the panic, the trying to escape....being trapped!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah...awesome imagery. That poor frightened little bird and your frightened heart will be forever inside my head. You bring it so...vividly to life and the whole scene just presents itself to the mind in graphic detail as well as detailing a state of mind. Powerful suff indeed - I am impressed by such a conjuration of words and the power of their images. Breathtaking and beautiful in equal amounts! Love it! Gina XXX