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Unbound
by Alison McKenzieThis magick I cannot see
Whispers into ethers -
Inter-dimensional doorways open.
I am half here,
Half there,
Lightheaded from the sway of worlds
Passing but not colliding.
My solid form
Doesnt fit anymore -
Burdensome and thick,
I want to be free of it.
But it is my anchor,
My armor,
My own fortress
None dare penetrate
To the city within.
In my dreams, I fly,
Easy,
Announcing my feat
For all to try,
Come and see this form
Take to sky and soar
For if I can,
Surely everyone.
This magick will get the better of me,
Sooner than later I should think.
Times atickin and such.
I will not be tethered
By these sons and daughters growing,
So soon their own flights calling;
These elder bodies crumbling,
So soon their next flight departing.
I will remain,
Sighing until
At last I am unbound,
Material world letting loose
Of my soul and soaring
Beyond, beyond
My faeried spirit fly.
10/15/2008 Author's Note: I'm reaching for something, nearly got a hold...
Posted on 10/15/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/15/08 at 01:31 PM ...ahhhh, ali, me too, me too! lovely lilt... |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 10/15/08 at 02:00 PM We are all stuck inside these bodies. Some hide there while others walk proudly displaying their material existence. I'd like to think the body is a vessel through which we have the ability to understand our surroundings and maybe if we are lucky ourselves and those we encounter along the way. Nice write lady. |
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