The prisoner

I’m prisoned –
cringe at pasty faces,
grins and hate from fellow inmates,
noise of jailer’s lock and key.
serving stew at dawn.
Exotic roaches, rats and worms.
are company in my longanimity.

But on a ledge I keep
a notebook where I
calculate each crescent moon
I filter days and sift its sand
I breathe, I hope for afflatus
for memories:
your eyes, my emeralds.

The prisoner by Joseph Wright

Written for MLM’s wordle.


March 6, 2017

16 responses to “The prisoner

  1. Always the eyes…windows to the soul.
    I saw the word list – but had no use for the roach.
    Well wordle too!
    Thanks for stopping by.

  2. Where there’s afflatus there’s hope. Nice, Bjorn. I like to write of prisons, two posts come to mind. But also my code phrase here for ‘going on a holiday travel’ is “going to jail.”
    ..

  3. This prison is portable, under rib cage lock and key … there is such sharp difference between the stanzas, is it the nature of the heart’s incarceration ….

  4. I hope for afflatus
    for memories:
    your eyes, my emeralds.

    One just has to accept the inevitable but at least memories are registered

    Hank

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