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