Photo: A granite rock north of Bonnie Rock.
“It seemed that out of battle I escaped down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped through granites which titanic wars had groined.” Wilfred Owen (‘Strange Meeting’ 1918)
Storied
I walked your soul
and touched your heart
which beat a thousand beats
from before time,
august you rose from the earth
weathered you remain
pocked and pitted,
I beheld your beauty spots
and wizened skin
with captured fragments
of storied lives
like passing clouds,
and marvelled at your solid form,
grounded, yet ever changing
from within.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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