It is there, in a much beloved park,

in full view: yet I know,

whenever I walk past,

that there lies a mystery.

The old bricks,

the yellow roses,

the pale blue sky of September…

Perhaps a long lost soul

is trying to speak,

to let me know,

she’s there, hidden

but alive,

prisoner of that wall.

Photo: a corner of Hall Place gardens, ©2014 Honoré Dupuis