Michael Shepherd

Rookie (8.4.1929 / Marton, Lancashire)

0066 The Cell - Poem by Michael Shepherd

The cell was smaller than a bedroom
or a life sentence
but the second night,
the first of sleep,
S. was awoken
by a knocking on the wall
and so the wall that separated them
joined them

when walls
become shared words
we are in the presence
of ourself.



With acknowledgements to Simone Weil


Comments about 0066 The Cell by Michael Shepherd

  • Kee Thampi (7/17/2006 5:26:00 AM)

    when walls
    become shared words
    we are in the presence
    of ourself.

    I never hesitate to write with utmost care and respect, we are blessed with a good
    small poem
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  • Joseph Daly (7/12/2006 6:21:00 PM)

    Wonderful piece Michael. The way that you have laid it out make this a very inspirational piece. (Report)Reply

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  • Declan McHenry (7/12/2006 2:44:00 PM)

    Neat insight Michael and, as usual, brought together well. There is a similar tale with the sea. Often viewed now as a barrier it was, originally, the link between cultures. I like the personal echo of that in this piece. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 14, 2010


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