A poem a day for the month of April, National Poetry Writing Month |
| The Man in the Iron Mask Our D'Artagnan, where can he be? Today's Paris is starving, our king cares more for money than people's futures, carving a deep divide between the haves and the more diverse, have nots, to subject and control our lives locked behind an iron mask. Who will lead us out from the restrictive, cold, hard metal cage that chafes its captive? ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |