Photo: WHB – 2019
TRAPPED
Discarded
Trapped
Barred from a life
Tossed aside
Grate-fully
In the fervour of a game
Black-leaded dungeon
Grey grave
Sad sepulchre
Once loved
Cuddled
Cherished
Now soon to be
The ashes
From whence I came
Tell them
Not only humans
Are hurt
By rejection
Not only flesh
Is melted by fire
Photo: WHB – 2019
Geez, this had me going for a moment. You’re such a great writer, I was into it…like, “OMG, this is some other sh*t, so dark…” THEN I SAW THE TEDDY BEAR!!!! 🤣
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Many thanks for your response. Beware empty firegrates!
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Actually rather profound
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… from the depths of my pessimism. Thank you, Derrick.
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A deep and slightly sad longing in this poem. I do love your writing and the variety
you offer. This teddy bear totally captivated me too. Sitting there – discarded – in the grate.
You must rescue it promptly. Please.
Miriam
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Thank you for prompting me, Miriam. Job already accomplished – at my daughter’s house in Devon.
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Phew, just in time. Now I can relax. 😊.
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