Ivy
She sits still, gazing at ivy trailing the garden wall
Verboten to seek any freedoms she saw
Every motion and musing metered for eyes of all
Her courage constrained to a cowering crawl
Laced in by strange hands, her psyche is small
existing in silence for her marriage bed's call
Only distant sounds of townsfolk having a ball
Dare not help her, no solace at all
The ivy closed it ranks, shrouding the tired old wall
She watched it grow and grow but took no action at all
Even if she cut the branches, it would continue to crawl
Pulling it from the root seems the only sensible call
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2023
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