Petals aglow
above a wispy branch, bright shadows
tinged with grey undertones
an infinite space that has a definite and
an unknown end
Her golden birdcage surrounded by
gossamer atmosphere, lime underbrush,
a path of pink Vincas leads her eyes towards
a gold-dusted sunset
her door swings open
now there is danger, freedom
She lifts her eyes to look for the watchers
of her captivity, the spirit of a faded turtle smiles,
glad to see her go.
Her auburn hair matches the movements of
her luminescent golden dress, their colors blend
and billow as she traverses the tree branch
Taffeta underneath her dress floats, a breath
of air is released, is unseen, she ascends in mind
as her taffeta, light, shuffles her to the very tip,
where the branch ends her life begins
her bare feet welcome the plush, virgin ground,
a cushion of newness to soften a bleak past
above her the periwinkle haze outlines her
strong ankles, the sky is powdered blue chalk,
and she is magnificent.
Once, her caged life had her run in circles,
allowed her no attachments, no will to care -
the lightning defied her master; and her friend,
the careful turtle, cooperated with the genius of the sky,
inching her golden home towards the lightning as
thunder grew closer -
her road to nowhere now an open door
she is free and dangerous,
she jumps from branch to ground
hair and taffeta dancing
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