In the thick, it’s hard to see.
Arms outstretched, even harder to reach.
The web is cast, setting the trap.
Weary travelers feel the wrath.
Brittle bars cage a whittled spine.
Dying bones can’t escape what binds.
The air is heavy, full of unanswered prayers.
They sky hangs low, desperate to hear.
Barren twigs defy spring’s touch.
Gray and dry, crumble to dust.
Between black and gray, light exists.
Specks of gold slip through the cracks.

Northwoods, Wisconsin
Photo by: c.b.w. 2014

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c.b.w. 2014

9 thoughts on “Cage

  1. Oh…this is gorgeous…it’s so solemn and speaks to my gray day heart. That you bring the promise of light in the closing is a good thing, I think. Thank you for sharing this offering in words and image, CB. πŸ™‚


  2. ‘The air is heavy, full of unanswered prayers’ quite a foreboding atmosphere! The specks of gold slipping through the cracks reminds me of that quote from a Leonard Cohen poem ‘There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in’. A good chance of hope at the end! πŸ™‚


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