Behind Iron

Written for:  dVerse Poets – Quadrille #40 – “free”  (posted by whimsygizmo)
Today, let’s go free-falling. In other words, I want you to write us a poem of exactly 44 words, including some form of the word free.


Vague vibrations ping
off iron as she shakes
bars. She builds up,
returns stronger,
steely as her iron
prison.  Muscles bulge,
veins pop. Face, a red fist
of heat. Creak.  Bars give
way.  She races out,
never looks back
to when she wasn’t free.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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15 Responses to Behind Iron

  1. Very nice – ‘never looks back /to when she wasn’t free’ – a great sentiment.


  2. Face a red fist of heat! Love that!


  3. whimsygizmo says:

    I love love LOVE this flow:
    “Face, a red fist
    of heat. Creak.”

    YES. I followed her right outta that cage, and I’m not looking back, either.


  4. Frank Hubeny says:

    I like the idea of never looking back when faced with freedom.


  5. All that effort that she has to use to break the bars… but oh the sweetness when she leaves.


  6. Be free, Alice! Love this with a passion! Nicely penned!


  7. could be a metaphor for escaping abuse – and I also think of the bird in the stage production of Mary Poppins…


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