Wednesday, September 26, 2018

The Wall/poets united midweek motif/wall

The Wall

A wall was promised
It encircles us
Snow covers the ground
I would like to think
It was settled
Understanding all around

Your fingers pick the strings
Feet begin to tap
Soon all are dancing
In the low light of evening
She tells the tale

Monkeys cover their eyes
See no evil
Their ears -- hear no evil
No accounting for their words

She asks for an investigation
She is surrounded by
A wall of nine white men
Twenty-seven years ago

A circular firing-squad
Same men have learned nothing
Pain intense
Vision swims

Date unknown
Location a mystery
Notes stick to the wall
Like notes on a bar of music

The sun shines brightly
Music fills the air
She is dressed in black
Her skirt skims the floor
The heels of her shoes keep time 

September 19, 2018


10 comments:

Susan said...

I love the weaving of the wall, present almost for all time, and always a threat, never a protection--can almost hear the heals ticking time as we dance the same dance again and again. Wow!

tonispencer said...

Excellent write! She asks for an investigation....and of course, the men stonewall her. I like that her heels keep times.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

She is brave facing down that row of crocodiles.

Vicki said...

Good one, Anne.

Sumana Roy said...

I love the courage and strength in her appearance and faith.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

It is good that all the shes are now getting the courage to ask for investigations – even though so much about these situations is not at all good.

Kim M. Russell said...

There is much uncertainty in this poem, Annell, as in the lines:
'I would like to think
It was settled
Understanding all around';
'She asks for an investigation';
and
'Date unknown
Location a mystery
Notes stick to the wall
Like notes on a bar of music'.
But I like the flicker hope in the final stanza:
'The sun shines brightly
Music fills the air
...
The heels of her shoes keep time'.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

Dressed in black is an appropriate way to go into the hearing that is, in reality, a character assassination chamber. Best wishes, Dr. Blasey Ford!

purplepeninportland.com said...

'notes stick to wall like notes on a bar of music' - Great line, and poem, Annell.

Priscilla King said...

I like the first verse...all construction projects take longer than expected.

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