Liberation

This is an earlier piece of work that I found in a pile of old papers that somehow I like. It is an old poem of mine, and my writing style has changed, but I thought I would resurrect it from the vaults.

Liberation


It required more
Than cerulean hopes
Custard dreams
And cranberry promises
Both bitter and sour
Spoiling the now
Ultimately unsatisfying,
More deserving

So when the door slammed
Shut
A liberation of the masses
Evolved in empty prison cells
And a swarm of swallows
Singing "No more!"
And proudly
I opened my eyes
Now misted in consecrated truths


By, Michael Wayne Holland
©2008-2009