Poetry – THE WALL GOES UP


"Out of our way!"
Armed soldiers penetrate milling masses 
     crowds part like the Red Sea  
stranding islands of confusion.

"Move along!  Break it up!"
Ruthless hands grab 
     stunned individuals.  
Clinging couples wrenched apart 
     shoved aside.

"Come on, come on!  Out of the way!"
Fence-building production line 
     thrusts posts into earth 
          unrolls massive wire
               hammering the divide.

"My child!  My child!" 
     Desperate struggles
          mother in soldier's hands 
     flung down  away from the fence.

"Mother!  Mother!"  
     Trembling  crying 
          little boy stands alone, 
     on the wrong side.

"Hold those posts steady.  Mind my hands!"
     In the soldiers' wake 
          construction team sails on
               purposefully.

"Willem!  Willem!  Go with Uncle Karl."  
     Distraught mother 
          espaliered on wire
     calling  reassuring.
"I'll be with you soon.  
          Can you hear me, Willem?"
  
"Get away from the fence.  
     Go home.  
          There's nothing you can do."
Returning soldier siezes 
          casts down again

"Willem!  Go with Uncle Karl!"
     "Mother!  Mother!"

Turning along the fence
     rushing  rushing 
             to pass fence builders
             to out-strip soldiers
             to reach wave's crest
     prior to breaking. 
Thrusting into panicked herd  
     pushing  pushing 
             through to the other side
                     to the right side 
     bursting into a clear space 
     plunging down a side street. 
             Laughing  crying 
back  back along an alley
             to reach the street 
             to lead to her son.

"Mother!  Mother!"
     Gripping Karl dragging Willem 
across the square 
     towards side-street safety  
 
Emerging blocks away
     she struggles towards 
          the sound of his voice.

        "Willem!  Willem!"
        "Mother!  Mother!"
They clutch  They cling  They weep

Across the square the confused  the sundered
     the lucky  the unlucky 
          comfort each other 
                 and gaze at the wall.

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(C) Copyright   Jud House   23/09/2011

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Short Story – THE BERLIN WALL


“Out of our way!”
Soldiers pushed roughly through.  The crowd parted like the Red Sea.  Islands of the confused froze.
“Move along!  Break it up!”
Ruthless hands grabbed stunned individuals.  Clinging couples were wrenched apart, shoved aside.
“Come on, come on!  Out of the way!”
Behind them, like a production line, fence-builders thrust posts into earth, unrolled massive wire, lay it against then fixed it to them.
“My child!”  A desperate mother struggled in the hands of a soldier, who flung her down and away from the fence.  “My child!”
“Mother!  Mother!”  Trembling, crying, the little boy stood alone, on the other side of the construction.
“Hold those posts steady.  I don’t want to hurt my hands!”
In the wake of the soldiers, the construction team moved purposefully on.
“Willem!  Willem!  Go with Uncle Karl.  I’ll be with you soon.  Can you hear me, Willem?”
Clinging to the wire, the distraught mother called to her child.  Returning along the fence, the soldier siezed her then again cast her down and away.
“Get away from the fence.  Go home.  There’s nothing you can do.”
“Willem!  Go with Uncle Karl!”
“Mother!  Mother!”
She turned along the fence, rushing, rushing to pass the fence builders, to out-strip the soldiers, to get ahead of the point of parting.  She thrust herself into the mass of milling bodies.  Pushing, pushing through to the other side, she burst into a clear space, then plunged down a side street.  Laughing and crying, she staggered back along an alley to reach the street that would lead to her son.
“Mother!  Mother!”
Gripped by Karl, Willem was being dragged across the square towards the safety of the side-streets.  As they reached the corner, she emerged a block away, then ran towards the sound of his voice.
“Willem!  Willem!”
“Mother!  Mother!”
They clutched.  The clung.  They wept.
Across the square the confused, the sundered, the lucky and the unlucky, comforted each other and gazed at the wall.

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(C) Copyright  Jud House  April 1997 & 23/09/2011

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