black stone	I don't know if
pearly lustre	it was the stone
breaking through	or the wall that
a solitary wall	caused the pain
still causing damage	keeping them both
helps me	as monument
like a star	fallen to earth
to find my position	for years
against a wall	I held the black
that no longer encloses	stone so I wouldn't
protect, or divide	forget
the wall that once	now it seems
held secrets	pointless
and plaintive cries	to tear down

 

Linda Bryant

Kater Murr's Press, London, 1998.  Edition of 200 copies. Copyright - Linda Bryant, 1998