Ribbons

Ribbons

Ribbon tied in bows on a skeletal frame
Fingers pull on the ribbons
Twisting them this way and that
Just to watch the skeletal being dance.

Dancing all night long I’m tired to the bone
These wires sticking from me itch
Longing for more, know there is so
I sever the cords that bind me
To those puppeteers behind the curtains.

Fluttering, several severed ribbons
In the wind, colors of a deep rainbow.

6/6/21 – Andy McRae

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Andy McRae

I have been writing poetry for the last 13 years. It all started as an assignment for a creative writing course. I never thought I would like writing, as I am dyslexic and language was always a struggle for me, but I fell in love with the art form in that class.

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