Judith Wright

(1915 - 2000 / New South Wales / Australia)

The Old Prison - Poem by Judith Wright

The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind's mouth,
who comes with a breath of ice
from the blue caves of the south.

O dark and fierce day:
the wind like an angry bee
hunts for the black honey
in the pits of the hollow sea.

Waves of shadow wash
the empty shell bone-bare,
and like a bone it sings
a bitter song of air.

Who built and laboured here?
The wind and the sea say
-Their cold nest is broken
and they are blown away-

They did not breed nor love,
each in his cell alone
cried as the wind now cries
through this flute of stone.

Comments about The Old Prison by Judith Wright

  • Rookie - 0 Points Susan Witman (4/23/2008 10:59:00 PM)

    At least 2 very beautiful stanzas yet over all a great flow. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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