Each month we feature the work of one of our writers. This month’s contribution is below. Archived pieces are here.
You held up a stone on a hillside alone
A journey began a seed softly sown
The rune in your hand, the hand of a thief
Glowed with mystique as you wrapped it in leaf
Your words held a truth the brashness of youth
Took me to places where sayers still sooth
Where days are divine and planets align
A fleet footed moon you said would be mine
Soon we will sit in a ring by the coast
With us a presence, a plangent, a ghost
And as the night sighs and darkens its skies
Soft watery spheres of tears fill my eyes
The stone that you held now rests by the sea
It waits for the waves it waits to be free.