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The Seeing Stone

Author: Donna Booth

Ah...my love
My boggy, stony, windblown love

We lay on our bellies for hours
lifting stones, chasing beasties
lay on our backs, chasing clouds

We climbed the stony curves of your ancient homes
walked barefoot in your peat dark pools
ate pieces on your sun warmed, lichen dappled walls

Found the seeing stone in your ruined walls
saw houses whole
wild men in the bay
adventurers, explorers, fishers and farmers

Two boy two girls
in our boggy, stony, windblown world

We learned to smoke in your shadowy corners
invisible to all
drank
throat burning, nose holding, head spinning
whatever could be hidden

Too soon, we found love there
Strong and raw fresh made
every tiny stone redrawn
every goose bumped hair
every pin pricked midge wound

And then we were gone
distant shores
other side of grey stone walls

the seeing stone weighs heavy in my heart
eyes closed I watch you wait
for bare feet running