GLASSHOUSE
© Woodstock Taylor

The window was open
Slamming shut each time the wind blew
Probably broken
Too small for them to get through
Safe for now in the glass house

Significant prisms
Split the light and broke the colours
Free from their prisons
Striped alongside one another
Safe for now in my glass house

Internal exile in my house of glass
You cannot pass beyond this screen
And I am watching from behind the mask
It fits so well I can't be seen

Outside in the garden
Weather metes out punishment
Attitudes harden
Yet still there's nourishment
Inside the walls of my glasshouse