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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