Alice

Ivory and ebony, rock crystal and brocade,
Her life is sweet and lovely like Dundee marmalade,
Her life is bright and sparkling, a magic fairy tale…
I met her eyes. I saw her truth. A caged nightingale.

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Towers of Canaries by Field of thorns

A room with no window,
a room with no door.
One foot in, one foot out,
both my feet, flat on the floor.

A train of thought running,
each and every day.
I am the prisoner of this tower,
that stands but five foot two.

Currently, I love my captivity,
since the alternative maybe rather bleak.
I pass the days, hour by hour,
like all the other lovely towers.

We are all just a crowd of towers,
like a forest full of trees.
I feel like a canary in a mineshaft,
in this tower that belongs to me.

Upon release from captivity,
my tower will be just am empty cage.
Farewell to my fellow towers,
as I soar and fly away.

 

by FIELD OF THORNS
© All rights reserved 2014

a Cage

Are you sure that your body is caught in the cage?
Grates are made from a distance, the language, the age…
Fuck them all! Our minds make all cages and walls!
You can break them… turn them into trivial spalls…

 

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014