Tumble


 
 

Forget the fortress walls on which we lean,
unhealthy, mortgaged marriage; bricks and land,
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

Confined within bastilles we crash-careen
between two jobs, clock-watching, minute hand,
forget the fortress walls on which we lean.
 

These spirit-levelled prisons, chains unseen,
will shackle minds until we understand
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

Monopoly portfolios: obscene,
support joints crack beneath the tax demand,
forget the fortress walls on which we lean.
 

As bills pile up against the cash machine
and bailiffs rape for rupee, pound or rand
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 

As banks foreclose on homes, call in the lien,
foundations flounder, mortar turns to sand.
Forget the fortress walls on which we lean,
true strength lies in the spaces in between.
 
 

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2 responses to “Tumble

  1. A hopeful, uplifting ending – but the reminders in the work as a whole make me want to walk out and go shake my fist at some people – particularly bank people >_<. Nicely done economic villanelle – and it's true, we could all stand to break away.

  2. Marty

    What are the spaces in between, J? Individuality? I like this. Would like to hear you read it. You Welshies and your vilanelles. Either in the water, the genes, or the jeans. Nice work! M.

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