prisoner

she is a prisoner to poetry

drinking in words as dark and delicious as coffee

listening to lyrical lines of joy or passion

to rhythms as soft as a breath brushing her cheek

or as fast and hard as hoof-beats

intoxicating rhymes tickle her tongue like champagne

she is a prisoner to poetry

and she need never be free

~Melanie Thomason

6/12/19

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5 responses to “prisoner

  1. LOVE it. It’s wonderful.

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  3. A prisoner? Does she get up at 3:00 a.m. and write because the lines came into her head and she is afraid they might be forgotten if she waits until the morning? 😊😊😊😊😊

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