Weekend trip … #Poetry



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