Friday, May 27, 2022

 After walking Hadrian's Wall and recording it in verse.


Post Wall


Now that Wall is finished I have time

To write a little something for myself

- Leaving Lepidus Vectus on the shelf -

Immerse myself in pentameter and rhyme.


Oh, the exquisite bondage of the form

Tying me down to wrestle with the knots

Of sensual metaphor and sticky blots

Which happily contort themselves against the norm


Until the whole speeds on towards the point

Of no return, where every tingling nerve

Explodes into an ecstasy of words

Exulting in the power to anoint,


          Turning this sober structure by their might

          Into an orgasm of delight.


Brian Hick 2009

©copyright Sally Hick 27.5.22


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