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|The future is fragile |
Warm and wavering
Keep it cradled
Holding it hale
Dreams and desires
Worked in wood or bone
Enclosing a core
Perfect and precious
Only this bead breaks
Core clicking quietly
No other sound
Until hope first opens
|as frost in cupped fingers,|
as one red flame.
in a cage of hope,
against all harm.
make durable bars
or wonderful metal,
of kinship to come,
as pure as the rain.
the silence before birth,
against the cage.
disturbs the stillness
wings and flies free.
The future is fragile as frost in cupped fingers,
Warm and wavering as one red flame.
Keep it cradled in a cage of hope,
Holding it hale against all harm.
Dreams and desires make durable bars
Worked in wood or bone or wonderful metal,
Enclosing a core of kinship to come,
Perfect and precious as pure as the rain.
Only this bead breaks the silence before birth,
Core clicking quietly against the cage.
No other sound disturbs the stillness
Until hope first opens wings and flies free.Author's Notes
This poem came out of the March 2011 Muse Fusion. It was inspired by a prompt from Peggy B. (LJ user Vaerys).
Like many Northern poems, "Cage of Hope" relies on strong alliteration for its cohesion. Each line also features a caesura, or break, toward the middle.
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