Walking the Wall, which straddles centuries
from west to east, to you, always to you.
Sheltering from fierce winds, as the storm’s incendiary
lightning sparks the poles between us two.
It’s windy on the wall tonight, it’s raining;
It’s cold along the wall, under moonshine
but meet me on the wall, when all is shining:
I’ll kiss away your blues, for you are mine.
Ghost-soldiers man the turrets and milecastles;
ghost-wives pen letters, sheltered in the fort
Walking the Wall, I face my own battles:
would persevere through flood, or fire, or drought
Yet without you, such journeying’s in vain:
I walk the wall to meet you in the rain.
from west to east, to you, always to you. – lovely!
Thank you Rajani 😊
So beautiful dear Ingrid. Love it n its entirety. A great sonneteer you are, you are! Thanks so much. 🤗
Thank you, Selma – they just seem to come out that way sometimes! 😊
Such pathos! Such beautiful, evocative imagery! You are a spellbinding poet, Ingrid. I hope all is well! 💕💕💕
Thank you, Cheryl, all is well 🙏❤️
Beautiful, Ingrid–the magic of love and this gorgeous setting. I can well imagine ghost-soldiers and their wives.
It is an evocative place! Thank you, Merril 😊
You’re welcome, Ingrid.
A lovely love sonnet, Ingrid, that brings the Wall alive. ❤️
Thank you Punam 😊
A beautiful love poem.
Thank you Liz 🙏
You’re welcome, Ingrid.
There is magic here, both past and present. (K)
Thanks Kerfe!
Gorgeous the final two lines of this piece! Love how it brings the feels of the poem together.
Thank you, Layla – I’m glad those lines spoke to you! 😊
touching and heartfelt, Ingrid💓
Thank you Cindy 💕
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Dear Ingrid, this is so beautiful. 🥹💞 I am so grateful for talented you. 🙏🏻
Thank you, Michele – the landscapes write themselves really!
Modest you, they do appear very inspiring, but you have a strong connection to your land and a gift for weaving beautiful poetry from their attributes.