Sample poem


This stone speaks

of how you met your death – 

a smothering of ash and silt,

one last cry crushed by the years

to silence


Your body is a fault line now,

an epitaph of runic bones,

a long slow settling in the grave,

smeared to a layer of limestone.


Now they have cracked you from the rock

as once you broke from the shell.

Quarried from your tomb,

you have been born again,

to tell the story of yourself.


Your arched bones speak.

Raised ribs of rock

take flesh and form.

A trace of feathers whispers your name.


© Barbara Lennox 2003


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