Stone Tide

 

Published in Stone Tide Anthology, 2012


Facing up to squint a peer at the underlay of day,

smooth faced, twisting round, a pair of dancing stones

 

shup

 

in my hand, now wedging, working, placing down.

You walked away from yourself,

 

sup

 

spent many years far from here,

you changed in order to fit in, had to, I suppose.

 

skup

 

I once made a spurtle for my love.

 

vlup

 

And I remember the Glen like a flicker of light,

in the hake and rake of long, dark, end-stone days,

 

up up

 

These murky mornings ground down

like cracked peppercorns, like this heartening stone

 

vup

 

beautifully broken and somewhat scattered,

until there now, safe inside these dry-dyked walls,

 

clup

 

The sealed voice of hands and sound,

a stone tide flowing up along, once more.

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Shup, Sup, Skup, Vlup, Vup: Imperfect Clups

 

Clup: The sound when stone fits perfectly into place

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