Friday, 24 January 2020

Caged
It’s pleasant enough
wandering these pathways
flanked by the tall rectangular cages,
each protected by a steel door
with a security code.
Even pleasanter later,
when the cages become
walled enclosures of decorative brick,
surrounding green spaces.
Intricate metal gates protect them
with a security code.
Occasionally a creature may emerge,
sometimes with barred teeth
and raised claws.
But mostly looking sad
and out of condition.
Lost inside themselves.
Poor things.
Lost souls
searching.
Mostly though, I encounter them outside.
Moving purposefully to a destination,
not free to take random pathways, like me.
Or desperately heading back to their cages,
hoping there is no diversion
which may leave them lost.
Leave them to encounter the
terror of the unforeseen
circumstances
that might arise
from freedom.
Freedom
to be lost.
Poor things.
Lost souls
in or out
of their
zoo.


SPILLWORDS.COM
Spillwords.com presents: Caged, a poem written by Lynn White, who lives in North Wales. Her writing is influenced by issues of social injustice ...

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