Apparently, it’s National Poetry Writing Month in the USA. I know this because fellow Crooked Cat author and recent visitor to this page Jennifer Wilson has taken it as a cue to post a poem on her blog every day for the whole month (see the one I reblogged earlier today – and check out Jen’s blog for more of them).
I’m not going to go quite that far, but this seems more than enough excuse to stick a poem of my own on here (just the one, probably, for now). So here goes …
Behind the Stone
Upon the stone face of the world
the laughter of trees; the scars
of the battles of sun and snow.
Behind the stone, the graves of lost streams
and printed in rock, the fish of a swallowed sea:
locked in the ripples of time,
the clock of a billion years.
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