The Wall’s Another Canvas

Whither writing
really emanates,
I don’t really know.
Take syllabic space ‘n
empty it of possibility;
realise in scribed ‘n
scribbled ink.

Blocked by
lay’red, impenetrable
(ostensibly…) brick-bounds?
Colour o’er by

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.



If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.