The ribbon goes well on the neck
of the chained bird,
radiating a shaft of blessing
despite the key and the veil
drawn on the cage.
The ribbon is like a mantra –
studded with beads like wisdom.
Looking like scars,
they are simply garnish
bound to make the chain speak beauty
instead of scream slavery.
Breaking free will leave scars
that will need snitches.
But shall we care
if that’s the price for leaving
the grounds of despair?
(c) soulmary, 2024
Written for one of my favourite prompt sites – the Sunday Whirl and you can check some great poetry at their site, too.
You may also like:
