The Power In The Mire Poem by Anonymous Poet Anonymous

I struggle.Mired.
Like an osprey enmeshed.
Ensnared and bound.
Entrapment.

You reveal.A spectrum.
Like Gaia unfolding.
You distinguish worlds.
Vision.

I explore.Colours.
Like a jackdaw probing.
I identify your patterns.
Discovery.

You signal.A path.
Like Galileo charting.
You draw me a star-trail.
Direction.

I sculpt.A form.
Like a weaver bird twining.
I manoeuvre each thread.
Action.

You shape.The binds.
Like Goliath rising.
You bend them to your will.
Force.

We fly.Together.
Like raptors blazing.
We leave the mire behind us.
Escape.