Picture Poem

picture poem

Original Poem (no peeking silly goose)

Remix of Hanna Deon’s Poem
Original Image:
hanna deon

My Interpretation

A starless night
With such a moon shrouded in clouds
Rather than a beacon of light and guidance
Simply a meaningless dark crescent

And there are eyes everywhere
They come out of the night
Like whispering, shuddering shadows
And begin to turn innocent minds

It is we who are the prisoners
Kept locked as the sun in an ever smaller cage
And still the moon is disappearing
Into the ebony night

So we are kept hidden, hidden from the world
In a place where we can only read our legacy in books
And hope one day a lantern will light our way
So that we may see the map to lead us



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