He put her in a cage of words
so she could sing to him every night.
She lost the tune, her notes grew blurred;
she jigged in place in a cage of words,
peeping the tentative softness of birds
in the manic pluck, the mirror's bite.
He kept her in a cage of words
so she could weep for him every night.
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Weekend Mini-Challenge: Dr Mouse Is In The House
Lolamouse makes Rorshachs for us and asks us to " choose an inkblot and write whatever comes to mind." She also said "If unstructured, free form thought causes you to become anxious, use your associations as a stepping stone to a more structured form. " This is a triolet, more or less.
Inkblot by Lolamouse