*
A little room
A cage with walls that collapse on you.
Your terror and confusion
That trembling moment
Your voice is breaking
Your cries unheard
Your dancing heart will still
Forever
A locked-down phase
Unnatural and rushed
*
Forget-me-not
A poor neglected bud
Forgotten and lost
*
Let your fervour
Mirror your eyes
Strong and full of glory
Wake up
Don’t be absorbed
In a nightmare
That will never Last
*
The bell will toll
The sun will
Brighten days of beauty
And restore your spirit
*
*
© HMH, 2022
Wow! As soon as I finished your poem, the first thing that popped into my head was the quarantine. This is how I felt!
I can imagine that, Debi.
I’m not sure where the inspiration for this came. It was one of those poems that more or less wrote themselves.
Oh no, Hanne, you wrote it! It has your touch, your use of imagery and words that blend together to paint a picture. For me at least, your poetry is becoming recognizable. I really enjoy it.
That is so kind, Debi!
Thank you!!
ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL!!
Thank you so much, Anna!