My Poem: Untitled I

© 2009 Hachiko Yukimora

Its power was overwhelming.

Transfixed by the open-garden replica

She had barely moved since entering the gallery.

The sky was dim with shades of blue and gray—

A twinkling dot raped the darkening space of its ever-clear face.

The beautiful midnight hue

Corrupting the once illuminant view.

She follows the siren’s song to and to.

Perhaps it is not a siren, but temptation itself—ah no.

Perhaps it is not that, but only curiosity that drew her here.

The birds that join in unison are not of fierce nature

For those solemn creatures give her a melodic chant

And there is a rhythmic glee in such voices.

Yet she cannot discern between the dark and light.

A cage, it seems to be.

Not a torturous penitentiary.

She will not think of it as such—

What with the freedom up above.

The sky is wide open for her

To spread her wings into the big blue sky

And she is free.

This caged bird is free to roam with this in her eye.

Open garden, squared off with no comparison.

She has barely moved since entering this gallery.

The sky is clear

No speckling creases to wither this God-given beauty.

All is perfect here, lying upon the center altar

Unmoving.