Jailbird
I am the lab. I am the officer at the gate. I am the chain-link fence. I am the weeds at the feet, but I am not the feet. I do not crunch gravel. I cannot flash light. No dog is made to heel. I am the citadel, serried and serrated, a chess piece, castellated. I am its nightingale.
Well there you go again, making my point of what a poet is.
Playin’ chess while I play draughts. Would love to see you publish a book so I can say I knew you when
I’m trying to learn how to better use imagery by studying your poems. Afraid it won’t rub off.
This one evoked powerful movie scenes for me - both from the Shawshank Redemption
Andy Dufresne walking the prison yard jiggling wall dust from the cuff of his pants and “Brooks was here” if you recall the institutional man