Monkey this in boyish skin
Fearless explorer he
Worries naught about the ground below
Or inevitable gravity
Ten feet off the ground, more!
Mother’s heart bracing
Fighting self, and letting go
of “certain” calamity
Tasmanian Devil, his pseudonym
Casually questions, “Momma-
Can tasmanian devils climb?” She doesn’t know.
But this one can, certainly.
High, he climbs, adventure-bound
Who knows what he sees?
Imagination, free to grow
Never caged, not he.
This week’s Popinjay photo prompt (and apparently poetry prompt) was “Caged.” Stop by Michelle’s for HER Caged photo (YOU’LL LOVE IT) and more.
(P.S. .. Sorry about the funny alignments..
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I had to do it to keep it from running the paragraphs together.. it adds interest perhaps?)
Hi, Amber! Sorry I haven’t stopped by in a while – although I “see” you regularly on Twitter. I love this shot! I also needed time to adjust to my children climbing so high in trees! But it’s so much fun!
Wow! That tree scares me ~ it looks like it picked him off the ground and is eating him, kind of like all your spiders. Perfect example for Caged. Love the poem, too!
I saw the other picture you were talking about — it is priceless!