The prompt at OctPoWriMo today asked us to write a poem inspired by a selection of images. While I loved the images offered, I chose to go off in my own direction. I have several friends that are incredible photographers, but I knew whose photos I wanted for this prompt. The images are courtesy of my long-time friend John Ashton-Keller. (Click his name to visit his gallery at deviantArt.) The poetry form I chose for this is called an etheree, though in this case, it’s a reverse triple etheree.
I heard you calling and I came running
Only to find the door was padlocked.
The lock was just like the one I
Wear around my heart, the chain
Like the one on my neck.
Cold metal designed
To protect from
Failed. So here
I am, sitting
At your feet. I see
That you have a broken
Wing, too. No wonder you have
Not been able to protect me.
You have been fighting your own battles
With demons who would clip your wings and flee.
I may still need your help sometimes but
I’m stronger than I used to be.
I can try to stand alone.
Just knowing how you’ve tried
To stand up for me
Is enough for
Me to use