Pictures of your prison cell.


Framed and Hanged.

She is framed for the crime
In red-stained maple cut catty-corner,
Matted, non-glossy,
To keep the shame one-dimensional.

Behind the glass hung plaintively
in the parlor, she's
Latticed diagonally by the bars
in her one-foot prison window,
so the viewer's line of sight
Is drawn to the lightest part
of the picture--
The whites of those scared eyes.

[She would say she's sorry
For what she did not do,
But typography on a piece of art
is just so damn tacky.]



Poetry by Inked.
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Written on 2005-11-06 at 01:11

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Tyr-fira
This is one of my favorites ever.
2005-11-09


Esti D-G The PoetBay support member heart!
Totally agree with all of the above. Read it twice and it was worth it. Bravo!
Luv esti
2005-11-08


penfold18
This i like, well put together and has flow to it well done .
2005-11-06


John Ashleigh
A record of life. Crime sticks with you through out your life.

An understandable poem - but powerfully put across. Very good effort, I enjoyed reading that poem of yours.

John xx
2005-11-06