View From The Northern Wall: Second Sight

Monday, January 7, 2013

Second Sight

Second Sight

I think maybe I
saw you for certain this time.
I could tell you this
I guess but I am
not very brave, more like deer
than lion and you,
the slippery one,
you slide out from under me
all too easily.
I fear you will get
loose and tell all my old friends
what I've done to you.

‎January ‎7, ‎2013 12:17 PM

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Rachel WestfallJanuary 8, 2013 at 9:53 AM
I won't, I swear. ;)
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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.

View From The Northern Wall

Monday, January 7, 2013

Second Sight

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