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


Note: An early attempt at poetry partnership

Long before I launched ‘Poetry Partners’ and offered other writers an opportunity to partner with me in writing poetry, I had already tried my hand at penning verses inspired by works I’d read on other blogs. The above was one such piece of mine, written in Nov. ’20, which was inspired by a delightful poem of Diana Menezes’.

The two lines from Diana’s poem that excited my imagination and inspired my poem were:

I had no reason to escape,
Yet your affection set me free.

I am sharing this poem for dโ€™Verse OLN #311.


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

39 thoughts on “Lock, or: Love”

  1. Bashful, he turned the prison key
    Love the close David! Shows how beauty can change in a whiff a man’s conscience to do the right thing emotionally
    Hank

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