Crusted Walls: A Fairytale

Photography by Neil Alexander, for One Shoot Sunday

Crusted Walls:  A Fairytale

Crusted walls hide her
behind the frailty
Of generations and tradition
an unspoken destiny

She lives behind the ruins
of words unspoken
Walks on a carpet of shards
of hearts broken

She’s surrounded by walls painted
landscaped and clean
But she’s never touched a wildflower
or tasted wine unseen
Her tears slide down the stone
into a sea of green

Her heart bequeathed to one with whom
she cannot speak or see
Nightly she sings from the window
a sweet melody

“If I could scale the walls of ruins
“I would go with you and be your love”

And love breaks the curse—
walls crumble, rocks split
And pin-pricked drops
of red flame into rosebuds of hope

And she plans her escape
to pluck the rose
in meadow beyond

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Submitting for One Shoot Sunday at One Stop Poetry