the captive closes her eyes..
she floats on clouds
memories sweep the valley like a swift breeze
that whispers that the river cannot take her soul
rushing waters usher the past
forward into the present
there is a girl child on the bank--
emphatically she speaks,
"the lion can bite you
or the lion can lick you."
this is excellent. your writing is so beguiling and intriguing, and so open to interpretation (not vague in a bad way, just i always feel when i read your poetry that you are merely spinning a web that can be traversed in many different ways).
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elPintor
Sat 24th Sep 2016 13:54
Hi, David and Stu,
Thanks for commenting and I'm happy you both liked it. I wavered a bit about even posting this one, but I'm glad I did.
elP x