the cell
no good can come of this
the cell belongs to the following groups:
All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalI have been locked in a cell, a small cell that only allows a small bed and nothing else. The walls are concrete. That scratchy, rendered concrete that is painted a pale yellow colour. It scratches my palms when I run my hands over it; it feels cool beneath my skin.
My bed is made of cast iron and squeaks with any movement on it. The mattress is thin and smells musty. Not the great grandma, old book musty though. It’s the lonely one, the abandoned one.
Jack Frost visits me in the winter time. He seeps through the cracks of the window in the dead of night and fills the room with his presence, penetrating deep into my lungs. When I wake in the morning my breaths are sharp and jagged, and I can feel him lingering on the window.
My family and friends come to visit me often, constantly reassuring me that soon I will be set free. I should tell them that I sleep with the key under my pillow. That secretly, I wish to stay.
I have been locked a cell of my own creation, and I fear that I shall never be set free
PJ Ryan
Brilliant. Love the twist.
Not the great grandma, old book musty though. It’s the lonely one, the abandoned one.
yep.
Jess Andrews replied
you don’t know what that means to me x
natapee
wow I really relate to this one. How do we get out is the question!!!!
nnimus3
“Not the great grandma, old book musty though. It’s the lonely one, the abandoned one.”
what a lovely detail
yt sumner
I didn’t know you could write too! You multi-talented multi-feathered capped kids. This is controlled beautifully.
Jess Andrews replied
oh you too kind, i attempt to write hehe
Shoaib .
wow … brilliant …
some how i feel like you use the key and escape a lot .. this poem is pure freedom
colorblind
i agree with shoaib
this is a nice piece indeed love what you have composed here
truly masterful
Holly Ringland
jess… how incredible this was devour. this is one of those pieces of writing that feel as though every word has been carefully measured, evenly paced and placed in perfect polish… sometimes though, pieces like this fall in straight perfect arrangements from dark quiet places and edits aren’t neccessary. however this came from your pen, it’s like a dirty pretty secret to read, one that any of us who create and imagine keep too. beautiful.
Jess Andrews replied
thank you xx
George Coombs 1 day ago
excellent deeply thoughtful work, sensitive and very aware writing