Caged Company

Caged Company

A Poem by Chris Shaw
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(a watercolour painting by a great uncle, stirs up some emotion)

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Watercolour brush strokes
hide behind plate glass,
framed in antique gold

A flick of the wrist
brings about dust dispersal
captured by sunlight

Rose scented petals permeate time,
church bells resurrected, chimes resonate
through a garden in Rylett Crescent

Grape vines grow on brickwork,
velvet to touch peaches, oozing fruit
reach out to taste

I find myself in Martha's parlour,
she long gone, left a son
in canary company

Pippy pivots on artistic fingers
a caged bird's brief respite
in tune with wheelchair bound George

They chirp away happily
content in each others company,
freedom a lost memory

© 2018 Chris Shaw


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The comparison between Pippy and George’s caged life, and their acceptance of the good in it, is profound and meaningful. Vivid, eloquent, evocative verses describing your great uncle’s watercolor is a brilliant metaphor of life behind glass. Who of us does not live behind glass? Hopefully, we learn to “chirp happily” and achieve a measure of freedom. Great write Chris.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

Such a generous review Annette. Thank you so much.

Chris
Annette Pisano-Higley

5 Years Ago

You’re very welcome Chris!:))



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I remember thinking as a kid that we must be rich, because we had a painting with a fancy gold leaf frame, just like the ones in the art gallery. My mum later burst that bubble by telling us it cost two qu
Id from the barras market In glasgow. But I still thought it was wrongly priced and wo

Posted 5 Years Ago


Lorry

5 Years Ago

(continued, due to chubby finger syndrome)

.....be worth millions. Im still waiting f.. read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

My great uncle worked for Sandersons as a wallpaper designer and I used to watch him working and als.. read more

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Chris Shaw
Chris Shaw

Berkshire, United Kingdom



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Albert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..

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