Stone …

I have touched stone
as cold as stone;
sculpted effigies
upon the tomb,
elegant in stillness.
I have touched
a dry-stone wall
wet with the rain of November
that defied that simile
born of sepulchral gloom.
For in winter sleet
it makes a warm shelter
for the smallest mouse;
in summer heat
a wayside garden;
a lithe lizard’s house ;
a home for vagrant seeds sown
by the capricious winds
careless of the fate they meet.
As I walked by thinking
of such things,
parts of speech, metaphor
and stone,
I wished all icy hearts
might know
a metamorphosis complete;
that the warmth of love be felt
and that, like the snow in Spring, they too, might melt … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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