A response here to a poetry group challenge. I’m usually reluctant to write poetry to order, but I think this isn’t bad on the subject “walls”.
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Perhaps a straggly hedge; a random pattern of bushes
Our inkblot eyes form into a rough finger,
Blackthorn-barbed, elder and bramble tangled
Stronghold of spiders, ant home, breeder of birds
Only cutting or clear deduction from shape
Would show the wall it was.
What wall, though? Did it divide warring families,
Mark the boundaries of a morose feud,
Shear off the rich estate from stubborn farmers
Or shelter sheep against the harsh March wind?
Perhaps a law, a rule, stopped here, on the other side strangeness
Darkness and a different light to be dowsed
Perhaps two lovers held hands across the roughness
Rasping their wrists, or maybe a farmer forswore it
Broke holes for his plotted purpose
A generation from its loving building.
It fruits and flowers like a spiny Eden
It holds its secrets like a deep, dark millstream.
Copyright Simon Banks 2013