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
Well this is certainly an unexpected write, Mr Ben.
Perhaps I was channeling you 😇
I most certainly agree… 😉😊
With the Poet of the Light😂
Wow, Ben… I’m thrilled how you turned those first 2 lines into a clever little tale…. Nicely done…. 😉❤️💐
I really like the idea of not wanting to be freed but escaping anyway 🙂
kudos to you!
Haha…. Yes… I think we all need that escape…I have lots more coming….. 😉😊💐
Interesting and unexpected twists and turns. Line by line, the poem draws you in. I like it. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽
thanks so much 😀 I just loved Diana’s idea of being freed from something that one doesn’t want to escape from.
You’ve lost me…We’re a simple lot down here.
But I did like her come-hither look…
Her look is for you, Don 😘
How nice . How much did you have to pay her?
Her clothing scant,
so too her pay
so take the key…
She’ll make your day
How can I resist….
Blessed November
Thank you!
You welcome.
Went through both poems, both are equally good in conveying message, but the twist you have given is amazing. Great!
Thank you, KK. I get a lot of inspiration from other fantastic writers ✍🏼
Good one Ben!
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Ha! Superb, every line is well crafted. Especial liked ” Leaves rustling in men’s shaking knees ” 👌
Thank you so much – that is very kind of you!