My Home Is No Fortress

My Home Is No Fortress Speechless thoughts flow out as words when the drawbridge is upended From turrets they wind down and spiral into a stream of consciousness Gently wind to and fro processions of images narratives a dreamy river Drought happens as I resort to the keep when beleaguered by onslaught of foes breaking barbicans collapsing foreign walls in the most barbarian way Crowded rampage seizes ramparts and bulwarks of my own defences Baileys and mounts scream battle cries of injustice injured in ignorance Thus I decide there’s no longer a need for arrow loops since my truths reject the heart ache of anger and would much rather be conquered by love I conclude therefore to raise spiky stakes portcullises and misconceptions and suppose that it is not me who built their house on evaporation and sand When my thoughts slide up and down buttresses and find their words vulnerable projections dissolve and my home is once more a wide open space 16th November