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No Cage

March 23rd, 2014 by Magdalena Tabor

There is no cageno cage

That’s big enough.

To spread its wings

Wide open wide.

To fly from its perch

To gravelled ground.

There is no cage

To which it’s confined.

 

Upon my finger

To which it clings

To fly at will

Or will it sing?

To soar to Saturn

And its rings.

Upon my finger

Afluttering.

 

No cage too small

To wall it in.

To let it grasp

The concept of flight.

It always knew

That it could dart

Out of the realm

Of blackest night.

 

 

Within the throated

Nightingale

The song of sorrow

Won’t prevail.

To change the tune

To grander scale

It must forget

That it can fail.

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2 Responses to “No Cage”

  1. Michael Tabor Says:

    This is a very inspirational poem; I also really like the rhythm and wonderful choice of words e.g. the last stanza “Within the throated Nightingale ….That it can fail.”

  2. magdalena Says:

    Thanks, Michael. You were part inspiration for this one.

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