Issue 5:
Wood
Annette Marie Hyder
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Green Door
I am restless,
having a hatred of
shackles,
perimeters,
definitions,
another's perception of one
which solidifies into walls
that make a prison,
having
a yearning for freedom,
the desire to escape
to the lonely secret places,
the moon my companion,
through the dark silent forest.
My eyes, twin Dianas,
bathe themselves
in the close huddled trees
in the cold night air
and the wide open sky.
Fix me not with your
Actaeon stare,
pinning me to one shape.
I am no specimen
for your study
upon a mounting board.
My spirit hand
turns the handle
of the green door.
~Annette Marie Hyder
Annette's many poetry credits span both print and electronic mediums. She is a contributing editor to Poems Niederngasse, and is currently working on a chapbook entitled Dancing With The Minotaur. Email.
© 2000 by Annette Marie Hyder. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.