Chained Limbs
Held hostage
in a damp room
underground.
Icy chains
restrict
my massive limbs -
my nostrils flare.
Through the window
I watch you climbing
the hill:
your red shoes brighter
than my fiery heart
which you hold
triumphantly in your hands.
This poem was an entry to the first ever Whooshwrite Poetry Prompt. The poem had to be written in two minutes (I wrote 90% of it, cheated a little bit). The full rules are found on the Whooshwrite Forum . If you are interested, you should get out of your writer's block and post the poem on the forum as well! Hope to see you there.
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