Poem #12

‘Geography of a mattress’


Two deep valleys,

a mountain range between.

We scale the peaks

to explore the other’s terrain,

sign treaties, unite two kingdoms.


Or the ridge stands for

barbed wire and no-man’s-land,

each huddled in our trench

praying for a Christmas truce.



Categories: postcard poems, scenery | Tags: , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Poem #12

  1. I like it.

  2. Betty frezon

    Wonderful Naomi.

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