“My Beautiful Cage” by Tami Boehle-Satterfield

cage

What did I expect?
F r e e d o m.

What did I do?

I gathered moss and lined the floor.

Over days I labored,
Moving stone slabs for a bed,
And a chair,
And a table.
Out of vines and twigs I wove a wall,
And another,
And another,
Until there were four and a roof.
I invite blue birds to make me a feathered quilt.
I dried fistfuls of flowers and hung them on the walls.

And I built myself a beautiful little cage.

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2 comments
  1. Good stuff. Reminds me of the Czech poets of the 60s- Miroslav Holub and Vaclav Havel. It’s clever, sharp- and I enjoyed it.

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