Escape To Freedom

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 14 Mar 2021
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20 comments
 

Like a ghost she came in feathery dream,

hearing; encouraged by hint of rhythm

as voice with clear, calm and softly

rounded notes resounded,

 

swirl of billowing white silk floating,

fragrant honeyed vision she sings

like smooth butter off knife, my

liquid emotions unbelievable flow.

 

Sober moon hangs as I inhale

half awake at pause of daybreak,

stretching – revealing warm flesh

unaware the natural order of sleep.

 

Awake at twilight did I bring thoughts to

flourish in darkness? Anticipate adoring

moments swathed in mantle of style?

Instead I stand in prisoner's rancid tatters,

 

the glistening chains bursting through

cracks that shackle me, splitting like

break of threads that don't bear up,

bringing elation at my escape...yet lost,

 

so occupied was I with releasing instincts,

barely understanding serenity that's called

freedom; while exploring found harmony,

surviving in bushes; swiftly devoured by trees.

Certificate PG
Poem
Poems
Fantasy

Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

some fabulous imagery in this piece Jenny

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you so much insert. I've been so taken with all the wonderful fantasy on abc tales lately. I used to read a lot of fantasy years ago and find myself getting enthusiastic once again, so much so that it inspired me to write this poem, after getting a vision in my head.

Thank you so much again for reading and those lovely cherries, much appreciated.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by marandina on

Some great lines, Jenny. Love "...Instead I stand in prisoner's rancid tatters.."

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Glad you liked my use of words, and that line stood out for you. It was a pleasure to read your comment Paul.

Many thanks for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

You have become quite a bard, Jenny.  Another lovely verse has sprung from your pen. Enjoyed.it.

Luigi XX

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

What a kind comment Luigi, I'm so pleased you enjoyed reading and thank you so much for letting me know.

Jenny. xx

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

I like this very much, coming after Lydeford Gorge made me think of a ghost?

"swirl of billowing white silk floating," I love this!!!

Please could you explain what is devoured by trees? Am too thick, have read several times and can't understaand?

 

Submitted by onemorething on

As insert said, you have conjured some lovely images, you get quite lost in them as you read it. Rachel :) 

 

Submitted by hilary west on

Hi Jenny,

This was full of evocative imagery and quite sensual in its nature. An enjoyable read !!!

Hilarysmiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hello Di,

there's no way you are thick at all. This was just a bit of fantasy talk.

It means the prisoner escaped at night and crept into some bushes to sleep not really knowing where they are. When the prisoner awakes and creeps from out of the bushes, they feel lost surrounded by so many tall trees, having no idea where they are, suddenly escape sounds frightening.

Hope that explains what I was trying to show. I'm glad you asked, as it's great to beable explain. smiley

Thank you for reading and your kind comment.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

gosh Jenny! have just re read it, and a whole other meaning appeared, about escaping being old? Maybe that is just my preoccupation coming to the surface :0) Well done weaving so much possibility into your poem!

Also, thankyou for explaining about the trees

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rachel,

It's a pleasure to me that you got lost in the words, I think we all need to escape reality, which is why I've started getting back into fantasy, for me it's like a breath of fresh air.

Many thanks for taking the time out to read and leave a comment. I'm glad I could conjure up the images for you.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Wow! Hilary, what a great way of describing this poem. I think you're right, there's something evocative about escaping, like recalling the feelings of life before becoming a prisoner. Who knows what kind of life they lived before being taken. (That great expressive feeling of freedom could be evocative.)

Always great to hear from you and thank you for reading and letting me know you enjoyed.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by celticman on

sharp stuff jenny, but also kinda cosy. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

No problem at all Di. I'm glad the poem's become clearer.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks for reading Jack, glad the poem worked for you and thanks for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

HI Jenny

 

This is beautifully done. it reminded me of a dream world.  You have such a way with words.

 

 

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jean,

thank you so much for reading and your kind words.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jenny

You have such a way with words. I am in awe of your ability.

Jean Day

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I don't know what to say Jean, apart from thank you so much for such kind words of encouragement.

Jenny. smiley