View From The Northern Wall: Small Stone #17

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Small Stone #17

Under Water

I'm gravid, drowning
in the bitter of old dreams,
pining for a bit
of the noonday sun.

Thanks to Tess Kincaid's Magpie Tales and Jason deCaires Taylor for the idea.

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HarlequinJanuary 21, 2012 at 8:03 PM
under the grey of snow and more snow skies.... also longing for a bit of sun.
nice how you convey longing with so few words....
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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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Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Small Stone #17

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