New Compass
Long shadows weight my shadow-boxing heart.
These mind-forged manacles are all too real.
My body is scarred by its psychic part.
My life contains constraints I make and feel.
These mind-forged manacles are all too real.
How can a galley slave plot a new course?
My life contains constraints I make and feel.
What if good changes tip things, make them worse?
How can a galley slave plot a new course?
I sing of future freedom until I’m hoarse.
What if good changes tip things, make them worse?
Yet still, today, my song lifts my long curse.
I sing of future freedom until I’m hoarse.
My body is scarred by its psychic part,
Yet still, today, my song lifts my long curse,
While shadows weight my shadow-boxing heart.
Leslie Schultz
This “bonus” poem for April 9 sprang from a long-standing echo from William’s Blake’s famous poem, “London,” written in 1792 and published in his 1794 collection Songs of Experience. Since I first read it, decades ago, I have never stopped thinking about his inspired phrase “mind-forged manacles.” Where Blake looked outward, in this poem I turned the telescope around.
Wishing you a great start to the week! Leslie
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“Mind-forged manacles” stopped me in my tracks too. A universal challenge.
I always enjoy knowing some of the inspiration for your poems. I, being a less-informed reader of poetry, hadn’t read “London” before today. Thanks for that as well!