I often misplace things within these walls:
my keys, the telephone – it’s cordless –
but never my glasses,
which are always on my nose.
I know I’ll find them again on a shelf
crammed with favourite books
or the table beside my armchair.
In the middle of the night,
when the only light
is the moon shining
through pale curtains,
I know which darkness
is solid and which is
shadow within these walls.
Kim M. Russell, 27th September 2018
My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: The Wall
Sumana is hosting this Midweek’s Motif and she asks us to write a new poem about walls: visible, invisible, real, imaginary or historic walls like the Great Wall of China or the Berlin Wall. It could even be about the garden fence. She has given us inspiration with quotations from Sir Isaac Newton and Cy Twombly, as well as poems by Robert Frost and Seamus Heaney.