Stone

Cherry

By onemorething

Sun, 10 May 2020
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We buried a stone

as if it was your cold heart,

as if it was a seed

that a mountain might sprout from.

 

We will germinate it with a love

it understands; let it listen

to water's words, allow the vowels

of a stream to wash over it,

rounding and reforming

its sharper sides.

 

And when it shoots grey leaves

that thrust their foliage of rock 

to the sky, we will feed it ice and clouds

and show it to the eagles.

 

Image from pixabay. 

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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks for the cherries. :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

what a wonderful image! Congratulations on the very well deserved cherries

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks! Pleased you liked it. :)

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Definely worth those cherries

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Ed, that's kind. Glad you liked my stony seed, mountain blooming. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by littleditty on

THat is so sweet - cor! the vowels of a stream! *faints* - must read again...It would be soft of the rock to not feel the tenderness in this - grey shoots - nice, silvery reeds came to mind, as do river trees - lovely poem!

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ahhhh, really happy you liked. I think I was still on train of yesterday of dark grammar. Yes, silvery reeds and I was thinking of those furry silvery leaved plants too, like moony moss. Thanks for taking the time. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

What a great idea that metaphor is, for burying a stone as if it were a cold heart, as if it were a seed that a mountain might sprout from. Such powerful lines.

Then the tenderness of germinating it with love. 

Really liked this poem for its attention to detail and thought.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jenny! Glad you liked it. Thanks for reading it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

this one made me think of white witches, wanting to make something good , using nature and time, to heal. I like the smoothing of water vowels too :0)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

I quite like the idea of being a white witch, but I wouldn't stay white for long, that's the trouble, I'd be turning BJ into a toad (though arguably he's not far off) and work my way through the Cabinet. Before we knew it I would no longer be washing stones with vowels, but black-hatted and turning everyone who upset me into slimy things. I may have got carried away with this. Thanks for reading it Di! Glad you liked it. Rachel :)

 

 

Submitted by littleditty on

going through the cabinet...can't think where you'd have to stop to lose your credentials and move to the darkside? No. Still listing here....

:)

 

...there they go! hoppityhop....

 

Submitted by onemorething on

That's a very good point. I would still retain white witchiness, wouldn't I. I foresee an episode of Countryfile in 2021 where one segment focuses on exploring the rapid increase in toad population in Britain and unexpected, unprecedented rise in Westminster area...such a long list.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Are you sure you haven't started on a few unintentionally?

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Ha ha. Yes. I have tried. Lots of my early spells for toads turned out to be spells for toad-faced. But am at my cauldron currently, bubbling away nicely, at an improved recipe. 

 

Submitted by alexwritings on

This is a lovely poem. Great concept behind it and wonderfully executed ! Alex x

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks very much Alex, very happy you liked it. Thank you for reading it. Rachel :)