My Castle Door (poem)

My Castle Door

Imagining another life

Where vineyard grapes sparkle

On steep hillsides

Fortresses dot the outcropped curves

Perched above the Rhine

As safeguards from the foe

That foe,

Who aimed to destroy

By hoisting carcasses and fiery arrows

Employing battering rams

And whatever manner of deceit

To fatigue and penetrate

Were real

So far away now,

In another land and time

The enemy having grown weary

Of courage and frontal assault

Unmoved by love and freedom

Wield their minds as battering rams

Carcasses strewn as testament

Are just as real

So in the latitude of life

Protecting my interests,

Deciding my own fate,

This is my portcullis,

My castle door

©Christine A. Evans 2.15.17