From a bird in a gilded cage
Pecking at the walls of invested desire
Feed the well a doubloon
It spits back an ingot
Vaults of piggies full to the brim
Generations of interest ensured
But coins in the mattress
Poke holes in retirement
Green paper walls
Tear and burn
Between the golden bars
Gleams a life with all the trappings
Luminous bowls in the lap of refreshment
Halcyon hours around the table of plenty
Midas knew the bright clink of the lock and key
Moments after his request was granted
Watch him as he measures
His radiant empowered days
J.D. Harms on Medium is a talented writer, gracious publication guru, and an endless wellspring of interesting prompts! This one was on idioms: I texted my daughter for one to write about, and what she sent me was gold. Y’all go check out JD’s work, and thank you for reading!
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