Cherry Blossom Rebel

Cherry Blossom Rebel

Tiny fingers wiggle at me under a door

Where light shines through cold bleakness

The child pulls away before I can clasp her hand

She sends me secret parchments in dreams –

Penciled list of demands from a diabolical puppeteer

Pulled from empty bottles of rum

The rules: a cage she rattles with defiance

Winter is over and the sunbeams herald rebellion

Manifest in the cherry blossoms she pins to her hair

This poem was written during Kate Gray’s global writing prompt call on March 22, 2020. The prompt was “after the winter.” You can find info on the call via her FB page.

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