Saturday, March 20, 2021

For want of a future

For want of a future 

There is no ancient iron key 

such as turned and locked Rapunzel firmly in 

confined within, turret, dungeon, tower

no jailer jangling noisy bunch, clanking 

nor electronic system, tag or buzzer

red light on/off flashing 

none of this security array, not prison cell, thin rations, gruel 

and yet, though no fence is wired, fizz and shock 

no key nor lock 

still we are confined, 

whole world cribbed and cabined 

globally, in chains. 


And though we roam in realms of gold

music, poetry, art 

warmed by the fire of joy 

the leap from the cliff, the pot-hole plunge

a siren mermaid call 

paradise this way, pearly, iridescent 

seducing like chocolate 

yet still, fizz and shock, no key nor lock 

we pace like polar bear, zoo’s shame and horror 

the daily counted steps, back and forth, forward back

for want of a future, promise, possibility 

a tune to play or dance to

hands linked, proximity 

and hold our breath in trepidation 

awaiting the enemy’s call, next move 

pawns,  powerless 

in thrall to the merciless king. 


March 20th 2021, Hounoux 




3 comments:

  1. You trigger so many thoughts Sally. It does seem to to be a product of my confinement to travel in thought. Your first verse takes me to how much lockdown has brought about a greater global connection of those who are suffering and our shared humanity. It leads me to feeling gratitude for what has come into my life to connect, lift the spirit, feed the mind. Goodness it suddenly makes me think about the wonderful people who have always held out a hand, hope and connect and give hope. Well I can think of a few enemies and merciless kings Sally whose presence has been made more powerful our universal one seeks out untouched victims, keeps us 'holding our breath' when I want to scream! I've enjoyed your poem, your way with words sorts a few thoughts, thank you x

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  2. I need to use the preview before publishing, fill in the 'as' ...our!

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  3. No worries Jude, my brain just fills it in. Of course writing the poem helps me sort out my thoughts/ feelings too!

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