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People still
fear
the Trojan horseSomehow this horse
is a boat
or a truck
full of people cryingIt can’t be real
it is just a tool
to make us open
bordersWe won’t be fooled
We must protect our
citizensOh for a portal to freedom
a falling Berlin wall
and all the Humpty Dumptys
falling down,
down,
downtoppling
from the wall
they installedOh for a portal
to compassion
hidden somewhere
in that wall
that is going
up, up, up, upWhen will you believe
what you see
is not just a trick
and when will we all
sing a welcome song?(c) June Perkins
Image by June Perkins
This week I have been playing with metaphors. Metaphors give us a memorable comparison to understand something which seems inexpressible at a deep level.
Some metaphors have been so used that there have become clichés; so as I write I have to approach them with care and ingenuity. I have to strive for originality. But also intertextuality and allusion are going to be helpful.
I have been working with the ideas of gates, doors and walls, of barriers, and openings, of welcomes and denials.
My journey with gates, doors and walls is triggered by all the news about refugees around the world not being allowed to cross borders, and being put inside prisons, and separated from their children.
Historically walls are set up to protect from invasion of enemies. They surround cities, castles and more. But all walls have a gate for those who can be…
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