THE STONE, Poetry by Anna Simone Scott

Genre: Celtic Love

THE STONE
by Anna Simone Scott
http://www.annasimonescott.com

A wicked wind whips me front and back
As I walk thread-bare ‘cross a granule prickled shore
Into a blackening night.
A night to conceal and not reveal that ancient secret borne on stone
Which looms in all its fantastic hue,
Shaded by the slightest moon,
A jagged light fingering the climbing cliffs,
And the sea, a deepening battleship blue.
I now lie naked draped to this Neptune night,
The stone smoothed against my skin
Tells of a time when all that we know and do,
Is not.
For the stone speaks.
Do you hear it?
I pull you toward the stone,
And I wonder who did I know first?
You. Or the stone.
Aye, the stone speaks and the pattern perfect appears
A curve here, a line thereAs
of old, for long was it cold,
But now warmed, hotly-held,
It speaks. And says:
“All that exists is the sky and sea
And all in-between is but a dream”.
Could that be? Could it?
You leave my thoughts hollowed in the wail-wind
And the stone turns from the moon, its message but a fragment-fade,
As I pour myself into the endless sea
A velvet mantle o’erwhelming me
And there lies the faintest whisper-
“Secrets, secrets” hush-wish the waves.
Aye, secrets; for ’tis the Celtic lore not to know it.
Not to know it all.

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