(source: Anna Banana Hurley)
writer’s great escape
Lock me in a tower, where a door was never found,
Suspend it high from clouds above the ground,
Shear my hair and cast the strands as confetti all around,
Imprison me where there is not a sound.
Break the tethers tying, the ribbons that would bind,
Permit its soaring licence of the skies that it may find
A merging with the moments that are lost inside my mind,
In a tower built to wander unassigned.
Give me books and paper and a fountain full of ink,
Let me loose alone without a link,
Lose me on the radar of a world upon the brink,
Hide me in holes in space so I can think.
Let the words and pictures be my nectar, nourishment,
May I pass through times wherever I am sent,
Keep a window clear so I can see where lives are spent
While my tower gives me strength when it needs lent.
Shelter me in shadows that the tower never casts,
Let me lease it for the silence while it lasts,
Keep it from the eyes of those forbidden to trespass,
Confinement solitary, unsurpassed.