Wednesday 29 October 2008

prison

you bar my way, block my retreat,
and plunge me into darkness.
I am reduced to silly, tearful rage.

earlier, as I was climbing the hill in the cold rain
you said something:
the meaning flashed by me and was gone.
I know it was important.
what was it you said?

it's there somewhere:
hidden for ever in my own words
like a cryptic clue

around me, the hills close in

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