Romans, or: Jews

The Western Wall
was one of four retaining
walls constructed by King Herod
around the Temple Mount

Never part of the Holy Temple
itself, but a symbol of Jewish
yearning throughout the centuries
of seemingly endless Exile

It held no religious
significance when the Temple stood
but came to represent the Jews' hope
of returning home from Exile

To live in Israel, to pray
in Jerusalem; following the War
of 1967, the Western Wall
came into Jewish hands

For the first time in nearly
two thousand years, liberated
by Israeli paratroopers, themselves 
overcome by emotion at the event

Over time, it gradually morphed
into a de facto synagogue
run by ultra-Orthodox Jews who
believe they're still living in Exile

d’Verse Poetics Prompt:

‘Passions Stamped on Lifeless Things’

At d’Verse, poets were invited to write poems about historical artifacts, including family heirlooms, museum pieces, monuments, palaces, etc. The choice belongs to the poet, but there must be some link to history and the past. There is no length or style requirement.


Let’s write poetry together!

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Ben Harper (b. 1969)

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84 thoughts on “Romans, or: Jews”

  1. You capture the complexity of feeling, from the origins, the transition of history, to an Independent modern state with antecedent feelings, now least controlled thought by the ultra-orthodox, which raises the question, whose wall is it any way – wonderful poem that challenges my thinking and feeling David.

  2. The most spiritual experience I ever had at the Kotel was when I went on a random weeknight night, totally unplanned and I was wearing jeans, and almost no one was there. The times I went during the day, properly dressed when it was crowded with all the outwardly extremely religious people and tourists, I felt like I was supposed to be getting something out of the experience, but I really wasn’t.

  3. Thank you for sharing the story, David …. and the perpetual exile as well. One of my great joys to do with this site …. learning from the wondrous array of artists who meet here.

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