Song of a Stone Woman

Posted on Jul 3, 2013 | Comments Off on Song of a Stone Woman

I am a lookout,

a code breaker,

a liar

a loser


Light picks out a back garden

stars guard the yellow climber,

old quince, fruit green-scented

waits for an outstretched hand.


Moreporks measure nights


Light finds seven heavy stones in a circle,

fortified henge against old wives’ tales –

a pebble held firm in the mouth

makes pain lie down and doze by the fire.


Piwakawaka measure time


At the end of the light when words are lost

the stones turn away from the mouth,

the flower, the tree, return to their river bed,

taking all comfort with them for their own.