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,