Cage of Gold

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In the cage of gold, where feet don't exist, hands disappeared. Voice severed, unheard Eyes cry hurt. Little golden bird turns words to song. The broken parts without glue stiffly grind and creak. That fragility, the tension in every move, the elegant vulnerability... Careful precision. And grace. The tape, white around olive Those ankles Torn and twisted, nothing is what it seems; Torn at the seams. Raw from nightmare screams *** April 19, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

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Miraj Raha

Date: 4/21/2017 12:52:00 PM

that is so grotesque!! but still you gave it life.beautiful darren.

Darren White
Date: 4/21/2017 12:56:00 PM

It is indeed, but turning horror into poetry makes life bearable :)

White Wolf

Date: 4/21/2017 2:11:00 AM

This has Duir stamped all over it! Definitely abstract to the max my friend! You are so versatile. Thoroughly enjoyed this work of art!

Darren White
Date: 4/21/2017 2:14:00 AM

Thanks so much my druid friend <3

Chris Green

Date: 4/20/2017 10:46:00 AM

Somehow I feel one who longs to dance again but cannot because of the physical barriers(cage of gold) that exists. I can feel the hunger and the desire that grabs the bars and shakes them furiously. I saw your question to Tim and I too will say, definitely an abstract artistic offering.

Darren White
Date: 4/20/2017 10:57:00 AM

Yes, absolutely right, every word of it. And thanks for the reply. I am happy with it :)