This week’s prompt was comfortable to slip into. I looked for my favourite metaphors- ones I’ve used in the recent past and combined them to make something new.


it is only when writing poetry
that i get the chance to
both sharpen my quill
and spread my wings

it is only  in poetry that my world comes alive
-a world where sorrows are placed in the bags under eyes
where wounds and weapons lie separate
and where hearts threatens to beat themselves to death
while trapped in cages of bruised ribs


©Vivian Zems

Poets United-Midweek Motif- Writing Poetry