Touching Kettles

My final poem for my course! This time we were given free reign to write free verse!

Touching Kettles

I have been given the choice of freedom.
The chance to no longer be bound and tied
By the shackles fashioned from memories of the past.
My bonds have been loosened
So that I might stand and learn to walk again.
I intend to run.
Run from the ghost that used to haunt my waking hours
And clutched at the peripheries of my dreams.
I shall sleep without fear of that face
For I have been given the strength to stop
Looking.
Delete.
Refresh.

A pair of safe hands have taken mine in theirs,
Oblivious to the influence of this act upon
My world, now touched by honeyed light;
I taste release.
And once again I feel.
Happiness, pleasure, pain…

Pain. That bittersweet reminder
Of the lessons I must learn.
Father, it seems I too have touched kettles.
I pray I will not burn myself again.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

This impresses with a fine central metaphor, the reader notices that you understand literature, fine job

[Lyn Anderson]

This seems to have multiple layers. Something from the past. Lessons from the father. Very interesting.