A cage of love is still a cage

A cage of love is still a cage

Though love will peck and gnaw your rage

Your children soar on feathered wings

Your husband is a jailor king

Whose rings do cuff you to the loom

A washing pile your sullen doom.

The wheel of fortune spins so quick

Every month another prick

Every year another maw

The cat has sharpened ageing claws

That gouge into your wooden chair.

The silver lining threads your hair

But a sagging chest and loving heart

won't make him want you in the dark.

Don't you want the berried trees?

To dance undone among the bees

To cup the grass under the stars

A story for a thousand scars.

Don't you want a burning kiss?

A meeting in a blinding mist

A trail of touches without rings

To hear the sharp-eyed blackbirds sing.

A cage of habit is a prison

Enshrined in loving repetition

You sit and sigh and keep on spinning

But is this really living?