Marguerite C. Anderson Poet Free verse

Old Hag

Bursting with passion at the seam,
  She entered and settled in the room.
  Intent on telling them it is good to dream,
  She showed them proof bound in the spines of books.
  Taught them that centuries of change
  Had granted free access to being visible.
  Their eyes gleamed with purpose
  To think their dreams were permissible.
  Like prisoners who had fully served their time,
  They strapped hope on their backs,
  Promise throbbing in their hearts
  When she told them the condition was benign.
   And with tireless exhilaration
   She invited them to stand.
   She stitched their wings with her
   Magic wand.
   But just when
   they were to take flight,
   a shriek filled the air
   It was an ominous sight
   As the old hag
   Swooped in
   on her systematic broom.
    Stole
    their dreams.
    Left them gagged.

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