Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is to write about wall, a brick and mortar wall. I couldn’t make it that simple, of course….
The Ivy Wall
by Jan Brown
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after she left
he built a wall
a fearsome, formidable wall
forged from lies and deception
stacked on layers of doubt
until the wall was high enough
to stop the torrent of tears
and for years it held back
both sorrow and joy
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but still he dealt with loneliness
the wall had blocked his view
of all things beautiful
including you
you chiseled out a peephole
through overgrown ivy
then a brick or two
an opening just large enough
for eyes to meet
for hands to touch
to greet the lips
to seal a kiss
to make you his
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after you left
he carefully replaced each brick
each line of mortar too
determined
not to let any real emotions in
the trowel is heavy
the mortar’s set
his arm is tired
and yet the tears seep through
till he’s awash in disappointment
and regret
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the wall still rises to the heavens
once verdant ivy, long dead
does he still live behind it
obscured by fear and dread
or does he have a secret door
burst of sunshine
whiff of jasmine
lilt of music from above
touch of gentle hands
taste of cherry lips
and finally
inevitably
fearless feel of love
Sad, but beautifully written.
Thank you very much! I
You are welcome. ;0)
beautifully done!
Thank you, Celestine!
Oh, I hope he has a secret door. I love that no matter what, the tears seep through the wall. Sad and lovely.
Thank you very much!