Hope In Chains

Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #318

Words:  quake, ding, hope, brace, crossroads, lock, faux, rebel, chain, bottom, pen, chase

Lock my hope
in chains
at the bottom
of Rebel’s Hill
at the crossroads.
When citizens stop
quaking, stop
bracing themselves
for imminent disaster
at plaster hands
of faux leaders
who chase power,
and wealth, when
ding, ding, dinging
resounds–not from
3:00 AM tweets
but chimes of peace–
then will I unlock
my rusted hope, dust
off my soot-covered
pen, and write of joy.


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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2 Responses to Hope In Chains

  1. nice.
    especially nice are the sounds of the last three lines – they sing.


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