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Trapped
by Alison McKenzieAnd so spring has melted
The winter snows.
Fresh berries thrive on the vines;
The fragrant blossoms call to me;
The butterflies giggle in their dance
They linger to faerie me away.
The trap, my enemy, lies mere inches from me,
Bloody from the trauma.
I sniff around it,
Still numb from the shock
Of gnawing off my own foot
To be free of it.
Freedom at such a huge price
Yet I remain
My disbelief clouding the reality so
I dont even notice Im limping
06/07/2004 Author's Note: Inspired by Mike McConnell's poem Wanderlust. Thanks, Mike!!!
Posted on 06/07/2004
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alastre Zidler on 07/12/04 at 05:27 PM A sense of duality again, of polar opposites coming together to make a whole; pleasure and pain, courage and vulnerability, serenity and pain... the images here are striking. Provocative work. |
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