Hopelessly Caged

Where are the wild things?

I know of one…

He is the Lord of Beasts
and I can speak
to the vile creatures
that haunt my dreams,
because of he.

am a wild thing.

Hopelessly caged,
bewitched, entrapped
in a world that is not
of my making.

He is not misunderstood!

In his anger,
my crops are burning,
my village is razed,
all because of his
ill-kept rage.

I ask again,

Where can I find these wild things?

Show me a map
to their home,
whether it be
on a mountaintop,
in a fetid swamp,
or in a crystal cave.

Forget the ancient lore
and the curses of old,

I beg of you,

show me the way
to tell the Lord of Beasts
to leave me alone.

Leave me alone!


© CGT, 2018.

6 Comments on “Hopelessly Caged

  1. I can’t keep saying “this is a favorite,” but…

    What I love about this one (a quality in many of yours, actually) is the contradicting fighting spirit overtaking the supposed hopelessness. I am often left rooting for, and on the journey backing up, the narrator. At the same time, I am often the narrator, myself. The fact that you take us on said journeys/quests is evidence of skilled creative writing, making generically-labeled feelings into vivid, layered metaphorical experiences laden with symbolism. It’s a textured, hearty, colorful, well-balanced stew of the finest ingredients.

    Here, the narrator is both desperate and badass: single-handedly seeking out the Lord of Beasts himself but to beg for mercy when he gets there, nobly trying to take matters into his own hands, take action, instead of wasting away passively and helplessly (even though that’s how it can feel, the narrator’s desire for it to not be that way is evident).

    This could be an epic I would read. (I have 1,000 more words about this poem, but I guess I’ll stop here…)

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    • In my opinion, the beauty of poetry is that it’s often a finely polished mirror. Also, it allows me to express abstract things and maintain a high level of plausible deniability about its “true” meaning. Ultimately, I’m more interested in what a reader sees in the mirror, because my reflection is boring company. In any case, thank you for the analysis and kind words!

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      • I’d have to switch profiles to reveal MY mirror’s reflections (and charge admission)… 🙂

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