Liberating April

She stirs in her cell, unaware she’s free

The keyboards start to click in joyous dread;

For you, O useless reader, hold the key

To rouse this sleeping prisoner from her bed.

Accustomed to her dull imprisoned state

Unused to warmth, she babbles in her cage

She fears, at first, the freedom to create;

Awakening, our muse begins to rage

Across the warming threshold into light,

She strides as verses blossom on the page

To chastise and put winter’s ghosts to flight.

The thawing wind! She shakes her golden hair

And lyric pollination seeds the air . . .

2 comments on “Liberating April

  1. Vesta STEINFIELD says:

    I am a relative newcomer to the Faxon Poets, but I wanted to let you know that I really love your poem. Thank you for sharing it. Vesta Ann Steinfield

    Liked by 1 person

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