Poem by Julia McGuinness

Ship Gate from Chester City Walls

The hole in the Wall was not cast aside
but borne, piece by piece, to the Park,
a stone’s throw away, and re-assembled
as breath held across a path.

Its grainy sandstone frame, braced
against weight of sky, rainbows
an open space that lacks the gate
to separate ship from city.

Scabbed over with slabs, the Wall
is unsettled as all torn places
when mended. Gaps, transplanted
to discreet glades, lace through lives.

They seep memories, mapped by scars,
wince under strangers’ stumblings,
are anointed by their listenings. Spaces
honoured, enfleshed alike by sun and rain.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. carolynoconnell
    Oct 05, 2015 @ 14:23:33

    Reblogged this on Carolyn O' Connell.

    Reply

  2. carolynoconnell
    Oct 05, 2015 @ 14:24:58

    Atmospheric

    Reply

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