View From The Northern Wall: The Fire

Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Fire

The Fire

Here is my reply
and for sure you asked for it
as you offered me
this grand feast, steaming
and set before me, your fine
linen and sterling,
crystal goblets filled
and me in my rags even
now but look! my soul
on the sand. I sit
right here, gratitude showing
my love for you all.

November 22, 2012 10:28 AM

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JinksyNovember 22, 2012 at 10:53 AM
How beautiful is that? :)
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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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Thursday, November 22, 2012

The Fire

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