Saturday, September 21, 2024

 

To Freedom



Poetry is shaping words to meter
making visual imagery on the page
sounding cadences as if in theatre
a naked actor performing on stage
demanding you hear him talking to you
sitting in the front row next to the aisle
with nobody obstructing a close-up view
as he leaps like a sprite across a stile
transforming into a pussy riot
with guitars behind her playing a song
of law swinging low in a chariot
decency demanding she wear a thong.
Truth is born naked and is quickly clothed.
What was she singing before she enrobed?



Dick Russell © Richard M Russell
                     2024



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