I protect myself with iron
with chain-link, I defend myself
you may not breach the battlements
I do not consent
it’s safer that way
– for me –
I will not take the risk
I will not let you in
hemmed in isolation protects me
from the rest of you
I am still at my own mercy
the most destructive force of all
Here’s my entry into the WordPress Daily Prompt, where today’s word is ‘fence’. Please do check in to read other entries!
All those times when (I) kept thoughts
to myself, not wishing to stir up…
to stir up…
because (you) kept your heart buried
deep within the folds of your tweed jacket
whilst wearing it
loud, pulsating, on your sleeve
Why did (we) not spill?
I must pay closer attention to d’Schedule! I do enjoy a Quadrille (and this is only the seond one I have written), and last night was Quadrille night over at dVerse. Still, it’s not too late to enter because Mr Linky is still in evidence 🙂
Here’s my entry. This week, we are invited to use the word ‘spill’, and I have written about the lengths we often go to, to protect other’s feelings, or to avoid dealing with things that are uncomfortable, or painful. When it’s too late, believe me, you regret not opening your mouth and letting the words out.
Please do head on over to the wonderful dVerse poets’ pub, rest awhile and read – or write!
This may not fit in
this may not sit well
with the order of things
with the man-made, dull hell
of the nine to the five
of the being eaten alive
by the overtime is king
by the work to survive
I’m not so conforming
I’m not so law-abiding
as my outward appearance
might lead you to believe
I might talk a good game
I might look meek and tame
I might primp, paint and preen
I might smile, might act keen
seem eager to please
seem happy to tease
and honour your superiority
bow down to your authority
but it’s all in your mind
but it’s not for you to decide
but look ‘round you’re behind me
I’m way out in front
my charm is the offensive
don’t get all defensive
It’s too late for that now
you know it’s the truth
Freya Writes... 