Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

The Cage

by Claire Marchant-Collier

For a moment the cage door opens,
A little wider, I can poke my head through,
A stretch of the limbs, then an arm and a foot,
Until I am perched on the other side

Watching my cage with suspicion.

If I was the fool trapped in there,
I would surely crave my freedom,
They thought their caged bird sang,
When surely I was sobbing

But it is cold and icy,
Boundless, here,
So I shall crawl inside,
For just one moment more.

Added: 30.04.2010