Day19: Viruses and More Barrier Your Entry

Viruses and More Barrier Your Entry

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the Armary has been channelled over

the road, its own crossing bridge

crowning the dip in the road, all moss

and roots, past the cemetery hedge

and just like the Romans that made

aqueducts and waterways – the stream

is forcibly carried away along walls

until there is a barrier – it would seem

that the diversion in the water fork

was created for catchment for a small reservoir

before continuing its lake bound amble

and even after the world has paused on its wars

some people still say you can’t walk here because

“it’s private, my property” – and the beach is closed

 

Saffron – April 2020


Prompt:

Write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk. If you’re unable to get out of the house (as many of us now are), you can create a “walking archive” by wandering around your own home and gathering knick-knacks, family photos, maybe a strange spice or kitchen gadget you never use. One you’ve finished your gathering, lay all your materials out on  a tray table, like museum specimens. Now, let your group of materials inspire your poem! You can write about just one of the things you’ve gathered, or how all of them are all linked, or even what they say about you, who chose them and brought them together.


I wandered around and only took photographs. What I noticed was that many showed borders and limits when you are trying to get a gasp of free air around here! While I was tying up some seeds for the birds, which would have helped them in winter, but hey, I’m late…

The persons from the adjoining property were keen to tell me that I was on private property. I’m leaving something for everyone’s birds, I’m not taking anything. It seems anachronistic – in my cocoon I felt as if the entire world belonged to us all.

Bumping into barriers, and “it’s mine” reminds me that ugly and greedy haven’t given up their last breath yet. I worked in real estate, I know how people own property. But we don’t own the Earth and its creatures and wonders. They have their place and ownership rights too. It’s still our Earth to walk on.

5 thoughts on “Day19: Viruses and More Barrier Your Entry

  1. How surprising to walk forward in your poem, looking back to the past:
    “and roots, past the cemetery hedge

    and just like the Romans that made

    aqueducts and waterways – the stream

    is forcibly carried away along walls

    until there is a barrier – it would seem”

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  2. …and they seem more prevalent than had been previously the case. Are land owning people becoming more confident, or feel more defensive? These signs to me are symptomatic of fear that what they have may only be temporary…which of course it is.

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