A Cage Forgotten

It's been a while since I've done anything...so here we I go

Alone sways a cage in the breeze,

its golden paint flaked off long ago,

leaving a layer of steel behind,

half-covered in rust.

Silently sways a cage in the breeze,

without birds chirping away from inside.

The world around the cage continues on,

oblivious of the silence.

Hopefully sways a cage in the breeze,

hoping that someone might find its way to it

and it may hear the music of the world

again.

Patiently sways a cage in the breeze,

the wind continuing to blow gently

as years pass and the cage

can only see the plants which have grown in around it.

Happily sways a cage in the breeze,

hearing the soft steps of a child

slowly stepping towards it,

touching it with the small, soft hands.

Joyfully sways a cage in the breeze,

the song of a nightingale emits from it

and the sound of children laughing

fills the air around it.

Author's Note

I might do a poem about the history of this cage.
Sorry that it has been a while since I've done anything. School decided to gives out a lot of homework and tests recently.

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The first stanza was flawless and engaging it its description of the cage. The repitition device I guess works but perhaps gets a little stale after about three stanzas. It does tell a nice tale of an inanimate and forgotton object finding happiness again after lack of use.