Lock, or: Love

She'd had no reason to escape
Yet his affection set her free
Stiff iron bars were soft landscape
Her fingers knew each gray beech tree
Sweet cricket chirps in metal scrapes
Leaves rustling in men's shaking knees
Of her lithe dance his love took shape
Bashful, he turned the prison key

H/T @Diana

39 thoughts on “Lock, or: Love”

  1. This is a beautiful poem. I love every line and the picture you put together with your lovely words. Great writing! I tried to pick a favorite line but I loved every single one. Hugs, Joni

  2. Went through both poems, both are equally good in conveying message, but the twist you have given is amazing. Great!

  3. Interesting and unexpected twists and turns. Line by line, the poem draws you in. I like it. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿฝ

  4. Wow, Ben… I’m thrilled how you turned those first 2 lines into a clever little tale…. Nicely done…. ๐Ÿ˜‰โค๏ธ๐Ÿ’

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