Sarah Flanigan - Poetry Simply Put

I’ve always been maverick
a wild horse seeking higher quieter ground
watching the world from private precipice
with wary eye and distrustful gut

My inner tinkerbell
ever searching egress to escape
and when she does slip through
an unattended window and acquaints herself
with freedom
the laughing and dancing goes on for days
sometimes weeks

But she is always caught
and returned to her bottle
Unable to understand
the dangers out there
the beasts who intend her
harm

Only seeing butterflies
and sunshine
she cries behind closed doors
begging for blue sky
and unfettered freedom

I cry a little too
but I am dedicated to her safety
vigilant in her protection
no white knight
looks after her heart
or shields her from murderous fools
hungry for her soul

copyright 2010

Tags: freedom, Life, looking glass, original poetry, poem, Poetry, secrets

crooked tree my life
searching benevolent sky
looking for sparkles

copyright 2010

Tags: Life, looking glass, original poetry

They gather and
scratch at the edges
and doors of my dreams
Slipping through the
cracks and crevices
blocking the light
bringing the dark
and the Doubts

And I comfort
the useless,
worthless
frightened me
Tell her to
be brave –
that it’s just a
dream
And dreams can
be chased
by the light of
day.
But she doesn’t
believe me
and keeps a
watchful eye
on the Moon.

Copyright 2009

Tags: dark, ghosts, looking glass, my heart, original poetry, Poetry

She fell into
tempted sleep where
her dreams took turns
spinning images
swirling and twirling
“I will not get dizzy,”
she insisted

And the room write-ted
Itself

A book thunked Sarah
on the head and
she sat in Alice’s teacup
bobbing on a slice of lemon
Voices wafted
and she peered over the edge
to listen in

But the book in her lap
insisted, Read me!
Sarah looked at
the cover
whose title did a lovely
pas de deux, bowed and touted
The Secret of Clues

Sarah opened the volume
finding its pages
empty of words
but so deep in wisdom
that a Hand
reached in
and pulled
Sarah from
herSelf
so she could see
Outside

Babbles bounced away
like so many
butterflies
And the Silence welcomed
her back
“It’s been a long time,”
Sarah thought as she
dug in her garden
So many flowers
un-noticed
“Hello, my lovelies,”
she waved.
“So good to
see you again”
And just as
the Sun
reached down in
its morning embrace…

copyright 2008

Tags: home, looking glass, poem