In social prisons

dVerse Poetics prompt

Crows calling at night – Li Bai

Yellow clouds beside the walls; crows roosting near.
Flying back, they caw, caw; calling in the boughs.
In the loom she weaves brocade, the Qin river girl.
Made of emerald yarn like mist, the window hides her words.
She stops the shuttle, sorrowful, and thinks of the distant man.
She stays alone in the lonely room, her tears just like the rain.

My take

she looks pretty – thru’ filters

colours bright – not her own

A Personality concealed behind

walls made of chauvinist stone

the person weaves endless nights

voiceless words, a light un-shone

when she goes, Work will speak

buried thoughts – you don’t bemoan


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