Not the wind to worry the stones
Nor the passing shadows of crows
Casting brief cave-paintings there
Not the gazes of women and men
Nor, then,
The gazes of their great, great, great, great grandchildren
Only the years
Flake away by layers of dust
Peel back the skin, in search of the meaning
But the obelisks, obdurate
Remain silent, disdainful
Keeping their long purposes to themselves
Simon Kewin, UK
Simon writes fiction, poetry and software, although usually not at the same time. His fiction and poetry has appeared in a wide variety of magazines and anthologies. He lives in the UK with Alison and their two daughters Eleanor and Rosie. He blogs about writing at http://spellmaking.blogspot.com.
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Impressive writing.
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I love the imagery here...reminds me of the dolmens in Ireland...and other wonders in our world. Lovely poem, thank you.
ReplyDeleteA pleasure to read and re-read.
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