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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.




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