Pray for the Prey

Pray for the Prey

 

 

 

elusive heart

shy abide

nest of erratic wings

she flies within her head

 

but inside the apocalypse

of feelings

and wishing to grow confidence

to leave

 

she absorbs the pain

keeps her within striking distance

of real love

but straw intentions

 

keep her tied to unhappiness

she retracts her talons

wings in ancient flutter

still do not allow her to fly. 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

9/8/19

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Reads like someone who is in an abusive relationship or at least an unhappy one but who is denied the confidence to strike out on her own. Perhaps made dependent by the partner?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your insights, John,
thank you,
j.

[Lorry]

I feel the fear being conditioned from present or past, only being able to imagine the escape of flight, as her fears keep her grounded.
The image of living in fear, like a bird in a cage, of thinking this is her lot, keeps her tied to the ground, when all she need do is wait for the window to open, to a life were claws are not required.
Even if I am misreading this, I feel it. Seriously impressed at the consistency of your writing Jacob, which you still somehow manage to excel and improve on.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your very kind review, Lorry,
j.

[emmajoy]

'.. but inside the apocalypse of feelings.. and wishing to grow confidence to leave.. ' Pray for the Prey?

Need think about those words. My immediate reaction was that there's a dilemma, trusting one's instincts or perhaps being overly aware of them. In the former lies hesitation, in the second there's fear?

Will come back, let time feed my thoughts or -change my mind.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

good direction, em....yes, thank you for stopping by and sharing your reaction...
j.

[emmajoy]

In hindsight, i'll go with my instincts that fear or doubt, both.. is the element here. But, I wonder, is the writer still avoiding the spaces between those quite complex movements. Perhaps?

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This reminds me of that quote about how a robin trusts her wings, not the branch upon which she sits. This is a lesson that some never learn, sadly.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your insightful words Linda,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Jacob... these romantic interludes occur...
just like a kitten's purr... affection and passion
often come naturally... but at times... it is
just a soft interlude. truly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Pat,
j.