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To a bone deep stone.

I should have been a bone cold stone,
long interred under loam

But hard and smooth, was turfed by toe
which flinched from flint, then chose

Preferring to secrete me in warmer pocket,
as hard forged ingot found

Then bound to the neck, deep in locket,
as is the want, to be worn around.

A better fate is this, than being long
in bone interred, under lost ground

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Not sure where we're up to with this - i put together a small piece, after a couple of libes in the workshop..anyway - suggestions, comments welcome..

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Tasmania, AUS

Favorite Poets: Glen Richards, Thomas Hardy, Phillip Larkin, Robert Frost, William Carlos Williams, Carol Ann Duffy , Ani DiFranco, Seamus Heaney, Emily Dickinson, T. S. Elliot

Comments

jane210660

7 years 12 months ago

A whole story

from being deep underground to being worn as a pendant.
I love the long barrow sort of feel to the stones origins. I'm fond of long barrows and the like - dead things in the ground. Probably why I did archaeology lol.
I like it as is, but I'm sure you will pick at it - grin.
jx