View From The Northern Wall: This Plaid Scarf

Sunday, September 4, 2011

This Plaid Scarf

This Plaid Scarf

You protected me
from this mudhole, this green slime.
You gave me these shoes,
this coat, this plaid scarf
I drape and tie around me,
around my bare neck.
You told me not to
look, hear, sense the truth of this
Fetid old story.
But you couldn't stop
me for all those gifts, even now I still know it.

December 15, 2009 8:01 PM

Bonnie Prince Charlie in 2008 at the Highland Games

Prince Charles and I share November 14 as our birthdays, though he is younger by a year or two.

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HarlequinSeptember 5, 2011 at 5:22 PM
both plaids are quite becoming.... as is the poem.
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christopherSeptember 5, 2011 at 7:39 PM
Thank you. I am very pleased you keep returning and letting me know you do.
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

The View From The Northern Wall

Some years ago my poetry took on a mythic flavor and I became a character in my own poems, a mage, "the man of the Northern Wall". This apellation is not completely fictional. My middle name is Noordwal, a Dutch term for north wall, though in current Dutch it mainly means north bank as in riverbank. I was told that an ancestor, a Portugese Jew escaping the Inquisition, settled in a small Dutch town and took this name from where he settled, near the north wall of the town. I have thought for a long time that -wal meant wall, think my mother told me that. A linguist might say that my usage is no longer common, is an older usage, but then the Inquisition happened in Portugal a few centuries ago, right around the time the Moors lost control of the Iberian Peninsula and the Jews lost the modest protection given them by Islam. Now I write as this mage, my poetry persona.

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Sunday, September 4, 2011

This Plaid Scarf

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