Hello! For today, we’ve got a poem that I wrote for talesfromboredom and writer.joannafreire’s Instagram competition! It’s based on a prompt from oknice which you can find in the competition’s post.
Little Lost Lamb
Who caught you? My small,
dainty friend, who saw fit
to tether you here, to bind
your gentle stomach, to use
your likeness for their
architecture? Tell me,
friend, for their sprawling
little town shop, their
cottage-esque creation,
their sharp-roofed, daub-
walled establishment, it
doesn’t deserve you,
friend, yet you don’t
struggle. You stand strong,
with the innocence of
youth in your face,
looking out to find
your place in the world,
friend, they tie you here,
but they cannot ruin
your intricate beauty–
the cream coat, woollen,
as perfect as if it were
stone. Or is it? Am I wrong
friend? But your beauty, it
tells me otherwise, it speaks
to me, as clear as the breath
which should fill your lungs,
the energy which should make
those little legs trot, friend,
are you lost, or home?
Oskar Leonard 