The girl’s hands
Had a tale to tell.
Her blacken nails
Her worker hands
Calloused, and worn.
Her only relief the freedom
Of a painted image
An open cage
A release
From her own confinement.
Yet she had hope
Believing tomorrow
Would be better.
Solace in knowing
She was now loved.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/05/26/photo-challenge-62-birds-cages-may-26-2015/
Morpethroad 
Beautiful. Love can bring solace and release.
It can indeed…thanks for stopping by.
I love your interpretation of today’s prompt 😀
Hi Rhodia, thanks so much for stopping by…..love your comment as always…
😀 I appreciate the way you can take words and spin them into poetic gold
You are very kind…thank you
Hopeful.
Yes Dell I would hope so too….
There’s hope in this. Nice work.
Sometimes that is all there is. Thanks so much for stopping by…..hope you are having a good day….
Interesting interpretation of the image – inspired and hopeful – where it would be so easy to see darkness.
Hope sometimes is all we have, but love what we each crave….
True very true ….
How moving that last line Michael! Chills
I just put mine up this morning
Liked how it moved from darkness to light ….
Thank you so much for your comment…
I like your poem, Michael…so hopeful.