Wrongful Imprisonment
March 27, 2008 by Shirley
Lovely little Lucy
Let me give you light
Let me lift the shades a bit
Restoring you with sight
Fluff your feathers Lucy
And leave the bonds of night
Within your cage you can’t engage
In wonderment of flight
The door is widely open
And yet you choose to rest
You’ve clucked and I have spoken
Now I leave you to your nest.
In afternoon I shall return
To tease and plead and beg
An honorable quest, I’ll do my best
To lure you off that egg.
You’ve imprisoned yourself in a safe, sheltered pen
Guarding unfertile eggs like a proud mother hen.
So - the chicken’s name is Lucy… Only if someone came to let us all free - very nice verse and a better thought; except for laying the egg thing. But then we all do that quite often as well. thanks
funny… but lucys life makes a broader statement to me,, and i cannot help but feel that she is in some way connected to a house wife and mother……
Thanks Harry. You have an unfair advantage knowing who Lucy really is!
Hi Jodi, It does sound like the same bond that holds us to the nest doesn’t it? I guess they don’t call it empty nest syndrome for nothing.
You beat me to the punch, Shirley. The entire time I read the piece, I had empty nest syndrome in mind. This is a wonderful extension of the metaphor, and hits very close to home around here. Thanks for this…
Hey Bob, I know the feeling. But, it doesn’t do us any more good to sit on the nest than is does Lucy if there’s no hope of a chicken appearing! Thanks for reading. Shirley