Poetry 2014 Shortlist, Manasa Komaravolu

Out of My Window

Four oak trees tall
And mighty were they
A mightier wind tried to
Blow them away

I was inside but
they wouldn’t le me be
Pulling at my senses
To come out and see

A white dove then
Entered the landscape
Chained me to the window
Cut off my escape

I was compelled to
Do more than just stare
But to the great outdoors
My words can’t compare

On and on it went
The wind blew
The oaks fought
And the little bird flew