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.
The Old Prison
Judith Wright
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Poem topics: alone, away, breath, dark, song, blue, shadow, honey, mouth, cold, wash, ice, angry, broken, bitter, black, stone, Valentine's Day, fierce, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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