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

23 thoughts on “Lock, or: Love”

  1. Wow, Ben… I’m thrilled how you turned those first 2 lines into a clever little tale…. Nicely done…. πŸ˜‰β€οΈπŸ’

      1. Haha…. Yes… I think we all need that escape…I have lots more coming….. πŸ˜‰πŸ˜ŠπŸ’

  2. Interesting and unexpected twists and turns. Line by line, the poem draws you in. I like it. πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½πŸ‘πŸ½

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

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