The Random Wall

The Random Wall

I watch a workman build a wall
With stone strewn by a quarry blast.
To me they seemed so ill disposed,
Last remnant of some holocaust.
Yet each strewn orphan’s craggy face
Was found a careful resting place,
The large, the small, the gross misshapes,
And none to claim a pride of place,
The strength of one the strength of all.
A worthwhile task, a good stone wall.

Jack Williamson
from ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’

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All this week I have featured poems from ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ to accompany my Blog Tour at Freya Pickard’s Blog, ‘Dragonscale Clippings’. Today is the last day of the tour and you will have the opportunity to win a FREE copy of the book if you visit Freya’s blog here.

Please remember that the poems featured on this blog are copyright and should not be used in any way without permission and correct acknowledgement of authorship.

For further information about ‘Collecting Cobwebs, Gathering Brambles’ or my earlier book ‘Barking At Nothing’ go to ‘My Books’ page here. To buy the books please visit my website here when you can order direct via PayPal (no account needed).

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. tmhHoover
    Mar 23, 2012 @ 14:10:07

    This piece covers shines a light how we see our world. Sometimes we wonder how anything craggy and hard can serve a purpose. Your uncles poem is lovely. I have enjoyed seeing this work featured over at Freya’s place! I must say when I wrote my piece about the periwinkle yesterday, I really wanted to say something about the stone wall they were perched on… but had now words for that. So to come over here and see this piece was extra special.Thanks as always for your comments.

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  2. JulesPaige
    Mar 23, 2012 @ 18:18:28

    Interestingly while visiting Italy you could see the reused ancient building blocks…stuck in this odd way or that. I often wondered which now infamous building those odd pieces belonged to and what secrets they could shed light on if they were still part of their old structure.

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