9/28/2008

The Wall

Shall the night lay splayed, wide;
its legs, a face, a companion to
the body's light and dark. Such
tenderness a heaven to its spire,
a tower of thickening grapes. Quick
and changed the beautiful turns itself
towards violence; who calls its name
carries secret scars. And I am privy
to the knowledge of its hidden fury
just as those whose hearts are filled
with blood. Where I come from, where
you are- a wailing wall.

3 comments:

cd__ said...

you've become what you always were sweet lady, a poet . each nurturing step.

cd__ said...

"And I am privy
to the knowledge of its hidden fury
just as those whose hearts are filled
with blood. Where I come from, where
you are- a wailing wall."

I particularly like that part of your verse stanza, starting with "And..." is always a strong beginning....

Rachel Phillips said...

You are too kind professor!