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The Great Mirror of Same-Sex Love - Poetry - 88. ...flocks of white doves...

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Letters Come to Prison

 

From the cold hand of guards

Flocks of white doves

Handed to us through the bars.

Our hands like nests hold them

As we unfold the wings

They crash upward through

Layers of ice around our hearts.

Cracking crisply

As we leave our shells

And fly over the waves of fresh words.

Gliding softly on top of the world

Flapping our wings for the last horizon,

High in the blue sky of someone’s Gay Love.

—Shahid Roosevelt Williamson,

circa 1982

  

 

 

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I can sense the elation in these lines. I love the images they evoke and the avian metaphor that’s spun out. It’s a beautiful poem. 

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Rather remarkable imagery.  The literalist in me wonders whether the guards and bars are real, since they might, or might not, be part of the imagery.  A very moving poem.

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15 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

I can sense the elation in these lines. I love the images they evoke and the avian metaphor that’s spun out. It’s a beautiful poem. 

Thanks, Parker. I don't know if you noticed it or not, but doves also features in the previous poem as well

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15 hours ago, Backwoods Boy said:

Rather remarkable imagery.  The literalist in me wonders whether the guards and bars are real, since they might, or might not, be part of the imagery.  A very moving poem.

Thanks, Backwoods Boy. Yes, this poem, and the one before it, were both penned by inmates. I tried to find more by Shahid, but the internet (as far as I could find) only has a letter he wrote to a bookshop in 1989, after his release. I would like to find more of his poetry 

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14 hours ago, JohnnyC said:

Thank You AC Benus for Sharing This Beautiful Poem 😌

Thank you for reading and commenting, JohnnyC. I will try to have something special, also penned by an inmate, to post next in the prose section of the Mirror. Thanks again!

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