"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." ~George Bernard Shaw

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn


Sunday, January 06, 2013

Magpietales #150




Slip silently
Escape into the darkest night
Freedom awaits

Closing in
Heavy footsteps are chasing
Hold your breath

Branches tear
Unsteady legs keep running
Not far now

Dawn arises
Crossing safely to the border
You are free

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I wrote this for all of the women in this world who do not have personal freedoms-
 or fear for their personal safety such as that poor woman in India.
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Every week Tess Kincaid of Magpie Tales posts a new image
to inspire us .  This weeks image is by Daniel Murtagh.
To see how other writers have viewed this image go here:

24 comments:

Helen said...

Love that little peek of you up top! Also love the poem ....

Brian Miller said...

funny...my first thought on seeing this is that it would make for a great cover of a vampire book...and your poem captures that a bit without going there...

Kathe W. said...

Brian-
I know- my take was so immediate thinking of all the women in this world who do not have a safe country to live in - like that poor woman in India- but a vampire...hmmm now that would have been interesting....and most others posts are being so sexy and romantic...what can I say! Thanks for visiting! Cheers.

Leovi said...

An interesting poem. Desired freedom ...

izzy said...

Phew! hope all of a sudden- thanks!

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Love where you took this prompt!! Great write!

Rene Foran said...

Powerful poem
Such a horrible tragedy in India

rel said...

looking, seeing, finding freedom; too bad it's so elusive to so many.
rel

Stephen Hayes said...

Love the poem, even though I can't decide if the woman in the picture is confined or if she just needs to be-- she looks kinda scary.

Rinkly Rimes said...

You captured the drama the picture so beautifully expresses. We've all decided upon our own dramas but your fits the bill so well and is so pertinent.

ninotaziz said...

Thanks for the reminder. It is true, many are trapped in their existance. Blessed we are to think of love and romance when to others , perhaps only fear and intimidation are the order of the day.

anthonynorth said...

Important words here.

jane.healy said...

Great poem - I love the prompt but can't think of anything appropriate to write

SueAnn Lommler said...


Beautifully done
Hugs
SueAnn

Lyn said...

Thank you for this salute..the recognition of the barbaric, the beauty of freedom!

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful and powerful, Kathe.

Tess Kincaid said...

Lovely...and also your new header...I looked at it for a long time...

Carrie Burtt said...

Love this and your new hearder Kathe!! :-)

Berowne said...

What a word, what a force, is freedom...

Kutamun said...

Image of some decaying mansion in the woods of war torn Europe, wonderful

Little Nell said...

And there are far too many of those women. Well done for raising awareness through your poem.

Kelvin S.M. said...

...wonderful offering... smiles...

Tumblewords: said...

Yes. She reminded me of a 'woman for sale' along the streets to well known tourists spots abroad.

Bee's Blog said...

You captured the prompt so very well. We tend to forget how many women are living in captivity both mentally and physically. A really good write.