Trapped poetry by Ashley Pentycofe

TRAPPED
I look past the glass

At the tempting light

The leaves take flight and dance in the arms of the wind

They dance gracefully to their own symphonies

As I sit trapped inside they are free

The ones who are timid bounce in place on the arms of their mother

Occasionally one gets courageous and gets carried away

Joining the others in their freedom dance

Teasing me and the others who are trapped in this cage

We too long to bask in the light, to dance without fear

Suddenly the glass vanishes

I reach through the whole

The wind yanks me from my cage

I am free to dance at last

Ashley Pentycofe 7/10/2012