ESCAPE

hear it
it is

out there
calling you

muffled, shadowy
the voice

nevertheless
you can almost taste it, feel it
the smell
lingering

shape, form
clay in your hands
under
your fingers, responding
to your moulding

by now
      this is a poem
she
    is your poem
    you are her poem

no escape now
chained together

poem poet and Muse

Published by Damian Garside