On her walls

Evil-minionby Ethel Twigg29 Jun 2015

She sits, legs dangling down
over the edge of the walls she built
for the bottom feeders
swinging her legs, throwing stones
enjoying the thuds and cries of alarm
laughing at their retreat
and yet she refrains from throwing her missiles
one eyebrow raised, her curiosity peaked
at one single, solitary figure
inexpertly climbing to meet her there
inside her walls
a wry smile at his foolish antics
and -
exposing a heart larger than any walls can contain
a mind bright enough to stun
- she slowly, cautiously welcomes him