My first attempt at blackout poetry, courtesy of my local library, who had loads of loose book pages to try it on and a display board for people to proudly show what they’ve done. Yay for awesome libraries!
Tag: will
Orange tongues
Fire. A blaze in my hands that I can craft into any shape I wish. It is my passion, my flame to share. You may call me arrogant. You may call me rash. I don’t care. Of course I don’t. I can wrap my fiery rope around you and change your opinion with little more than an ember of my will. Just give me the fuel.
Bound.
I jumped over a hill today.
One of those great rolling ones
that merge with the ocean
just out of sight.
I did it in one spring.
At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.
I don’t want to talk about the chains.
They wrap around my arms,
squeezing
the flesh
so that it bulges.
I used
to point at them,
rattle the links in their faces.
But always
they would claim
they couldn’t see.
Now I stare into the distance,
leaping across fields
and dipping my toes
into the cool water of the lake.
They can’t see the chains;
they can’t see my escape.
The air
might not
be fresh on my journeys.
I don’t mind.
There’s freedom there,
and I claim it.
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