Leather Chains of a Raven Heart

by Maple Tree   Mar 14, 2013


I wasn't born to be a raven messenger,
land upon your shoulder, tossing dirty
words and calculated rumors.

My tongue remains swollen
from keeping silent, for you
never ask If I believe- or not.

Claiming to be the wiser
you allow me to fly broken,
laughing while I give into defeat.

Will you ever understand the true
beauty of me, release the leather
chains that bind me?

Or bury me on a hillside
grieving over the fact
that you never knew me at all?

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  • 4 years ago

    by Darren

    As I would expect from Andrea we have a little poem that is jam packed and stuffed full of clever imagery. It is no surprise to see so many of her poems nominated. This is a great example of her ability to nit sadness and nature together. There is clever sub references in each stanza, we start with the opening stanza, she describes to us that she is no gossip, she would never be seen as two faced. Then in two she obviously bites her tongue a lot, for it has swollen, yet here we can sense she is starting to feel her real worth, then three shows that she knows she needs to fly, yet her spirit and confidence has been broken, The final two offer us two possible outcomes without finishing the tale. Does she leave or does she die? I love the dark imagery throughout it helps with the sadness, but this wouldn't be a maple tree poem without a scattering of nature.
    Nice piece.

  • 4 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    I got lost in the imagery of this poem as it invoked images of a love I thought and I hoped I had forgot.
    Thought inspiring and a cut above the norm excellent Ray S

  • 4 years ago

    by Lostlove1

    :) Cant help but nominate this from you MT Such a visual touching write...good luck!

  • 4 years ago

    by Rusheena

    Great read! I love that even though you use metaphors throughout the entire poem, it still feels raw and simplistic, and the imagery is still vivid, could be because of the length and tone. I think the simplicity of the poem helps you focus more on the images and them in.

    I love that last stanza:

    "Or bury me on a hillside
    grieving over the fact
    that you never knew me at all?"

    Effortless yet very powerful. I feel that this is a love-hate relationship, and the culprit is toying with the speaker, giving her a false hope of freedom. He/Her lets her fly but knows that she can't get very far with broken wings, so she has to come back to him/her and do his/her bidding. At least, that's what I got from it.

    Honestly, I liked it, but when I first read it, it didn't really stand out to me, until I went back read it again. Now I <3 it! Nominated :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Daylight Lucidity

    Incredible, truly incredible