#poem #poetry #amwriting #stonepile #cairn #ilkley


:  muddened finger nails   we prize
path trodden stones for the cairn
   shoeless pattering feet    fresh
their voices echo forlorn
curlew cries   a'ringing rocks
   flying out over brown heather

   knuckle bones will not do
only pelvis and cheek
to smack down    crunch
   powder    for we are building

wishes - wishes are not free