For We Write Poems prompt: Take It To The Limits (limitations, fences, boundaries)
About Protective Prisons
Being breathing being on B horizon,
she lives, sees far beyond normal curve
at horizontal lines of existence.
Did not notice how abatis, constructed
in childhood to protect tender places, created
dangerous spaces in yearning to belong.
Slowly learned through participation, fragile
heart can become victim to ramparts raised
as shield from further, future harm.
Now uses arms to curve round, embrace whatever
lives and breathes beside her. Knows that wooden
staves produce sharp slivers thrust toward temporary
flesh, infecting all breath within her.
Elizabeth Crawford 5/4/11
Notes: Am doing some wordplay at my http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ site. Looking up new words, exploring definitions, then using them in sentences and short verse. The first two stanzas are a direct result of that playing. They seemed to speak to the issue of limits and boundaries. Everyone is welcome to come and play along.