Richard Schnap - Deliverance / Portent

Deliverance

In her dream she could fly
And had powers to rescue
Trapped prisoners from their cages

Lifting them up high
To set them down on paths
Where they would know freedom

But then their keeper appeared
Who claimed they were his
And demanded them back

As she looked in her hand
And saw a throng of dolls
With no voices of their own

Portent

She stood looking down
At his grave as if
It was a door locked
With a buried key

Remembering how he said
That if he died
He would send her a sign
From the rumored beyond

And as a soft wind
Caressed her cheek
Like a loving hand
Wiping away her tears

A tiny white bird
Landed on his tombstone
And sang her a melody
She seemed to know by heart

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.