Borders by David Rudd-Mitchell

What are borders,

They are the dividers,

of land and mind.

 

Old imagined lines,

That wait like sentries

To stop us passing.

 

They are,

Finite-figments,

Neither carved in rock

Nor drawn in sand,

 

That separate the living

– from belonging.

..

David Rudd-Mitchell is an occasional poet. His work has been published in small magazines and broadcasted on county radio.

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