Sunday, January 11, 2009

WITS ... #3 ...

Continuing on in this series, which was first begun on November 25, 2008. Please see this post for my introductory remarks.

The poem I have chosen to publish today is not amusing. In fact, it is rather somber. At the same time, uplifting. One wonders about the author's background and reasons for writing such a poem. There's a bit of inconsistency, time-wise. I am not trying to be a critic here. Those are just a few of the thoughts that came into my mind when I read the poem.

The reason I'm sharing it with you is that it made me think - my mind going in several different directions, actually. Anyway, here you go. The author is Jessica, 11th grade, published on January 8, 2009.

Prisoner Sestina

Placed in a prison cell behind locks
With measured opportunities to see the light
Brought in and announced with loud sirens
Counting down life three times
From my cell to visitation my only trip
Where I hold family and friends in a brief embrace.

No longer free, cell bars all there is to embrace
I've found the key within, but it doesn't fit this lock
Lookin' back I never shoulda took that second trip.
It just kept callin' me to it, glowin' in the light
I took too much time.
Flashes and sirens.

Police dogs and sirens.
With me, bullets almost embracing
No, not yet! It wasn't quite my time!
Down here in Jasper they cut off my dread locks.
Next Thursday will be my turn to bask in the light
And recall those days of lovers and picnic trips.

Keys fall to the floor; the guard just tripped.
Ringing in my ears, still, from the sirens
Thirty more years till I'll see the light
Remembering the days when momma and I would embrace.
Oh, how I dread these locks!
Growing stronger with time.

Life times life times life.
Almost time now for that final trip.
Unlock the cell's lock
Hush, the ringing sirens
Lord, I pray for you to embrace
Me, before I enter your light.

Your holy merciful light.
The chamber door is closing, it's almost time
For the angels embrace.
I'm taking the final trip
The horns of heaven are my sirens.
I've found the key that fits the lock.

Bodies so light, after final trips
Eternal time now, to listen to sirens
And hide in the embrace of the pearly gates and its locks.

[photo by Blue Sharpie via flickr]


Craig Peihopa said...

Wow, this is a powerful poem. Very sobering.

Goldenrod said...

I agree, Craig. Most thought-provoking. If I'd been this child's teacher, I'd have definitely tried to look into what was going on. Am glad you took the time to stop by and leave a comment.

Craig Peihopa said...

yes, I agree. There is a darkness and feeling of looking beyond the present to be relieved of the present difficulties. Hmm.