Key

 

When I am locked up

among people who are all

either a closed door or a window-

the sky of my loved one’s face

is missing even when I lie down

looking up-

my pathway is a long, dark, almost infinite wall

of  sad moments-

my heart, ribcage, bosom slowly darkening

into a burnt landscape-

I never despair-

for my raven world

has become my key-

to set me free-

 

 

 

Posted for Carrie’s picture prompt @ Sunday Muse #93

& also sharing with earthweal open link weekend #5

12 thoughts on “Key

  1. “the sky of my loved one’s face..” that is what hit me first, but the entire poem has all the power of a rush of truth uttered on a single breath, and the finish is perfect– the key drops from the strangest of hands(or beaks) sometimes, and freedom is behind the lock it opens if we are able to turn it. Beautiful poem, and excellent response to the picture as prompt.

  2. That long wall of sad moments….I can FEEL it. And therefore love even more that your raven world lifts you up. Such a wonderful poem!

  3. “When I am locked up
    among people who are all
    either a closed door or a window-“–O! don’t look there for compassion and comfort, keep your eye on the sky, for from there that face will show and the raven too. I hope the face reappears before “my heart, ribcage, bosom slowly darkening
    into a burnt landscape” because the raven is too much of an intimation of freedom through death. But it also recalls The Raven of Poe, who comes with the “nevermore” as if the one who receives the message needs only to accept it in order to restore peace.

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