MS (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0066 The Cell

The cell was smaller than a bedroom
or a life sentence
but the second night,
the first of sleep,
S. was awoken
by a knocking on the wall
and so the wall that separated them
joined them

when walls
become shared words
we are in the presence
of ourself.



With acknowledgements to Simone Weil

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Comments (3)

when walls become shared words we are in the presence of ourself. I never hesitate to write with utmost care and respect, we are blessed with a good small poem
Wonderful piece Michael. The way that you have laid it out make this a very inspirational piece.
Neat insight Michael and, as usual, brought together well. There is a similar tale with the sea. Often viewed now as a barrier it was, originally, the link between cultures. I like the personal echo of that in this piece.