Birdcage
Through gilt worded vows I no longer fly
Trapped unseen between mere shadow lit bars
Cost of ego; ignored fate’s whispered sighs
Forged in love’s lies our funeral pyre tarred
Now damned to dwell beneath jewelled lined skies
Wistful eyes sombre trace Orion’s belt
With lofty looks where once my heart roamed free
But with naught such comfort that I once felt
For love you see imprisoned me with chains
I am now shackled upon bended knee
Soul tightly tethered in cast iron frame
No more warm thermals will I glide upon
With notions of romance I’ve gone insane
Only in deaths trite tryst can I hear song
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
