In a cage of silence I fought
invisible bars until a poem
unlocked my voice.
A black beak of woe
spoke to the agony
of midnight’s claw
tearing my tongue
Perched on Poe’s invocation
a raven pierced the starless whispers
hidden in an ebony curtain of “never tell.”
A little girl tucked into my fifteen years
learned the language of pen and ink
and grew fledgling wings of verse.
©Susie Clevenger 2015
NaPoWriMo 2015 Day 1