Weekend trip
On my weekend trip to Cornwall
Walking through the woods
On a carpet of mica
As if walking on fallen stars
Looking for stones beside the River Fowey
I found a strange blue stone
With thin gold stripes
Perfectly square, two inches by two
We sat awhile with the sun bleaching
Through the trees, asking the spirits
Of this sacred space if I could
Take the stone home with me
I waited for a sound where none should be
For my answer…
©Anita Dawes
Continued on Sunday
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