The Grey Stones: ANNA C JONES
The path twisted out from the dark
thorns aside
as curtains to the skies
the green did gather
and slither its way
as we followed
the grey stones
Watching passengers
busy driving by
through tubes and tunnels
a life eaten slowly
it won’t stop until it’s finished:
yet those thousands of seconds
were only swallowed
in a minute
Running through time
and space
knowing it’s grown,
being stalked
celebrated,
In shadows howling at my soul,
I walked,
following the grey stones
Empty promises
lay in satchels underneath:
decaying in cloth, sacrificing time
emerging dutiful,
resurrecting as nature’s
truly beautiful
Casting shadows on the path,
dirt cast across our bones,
we walk alone
following
the grey stones home.
Anna C Jones is a British poet. This poem is from her 2013 collection called The Opaque Garden.
Photographer: Martina Nicolls
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