wayfinding the fair
following the blood she
leaves for dolmen stones
to mark her where
for come november
when lovers lie claimed
entwined in her river flow
'til whispers call to wander
the burning fields won
under the forests below
following stones
share:
4 responses to “following stones”
You have a fantastic way of writing poems about longing to get away. “’til whispers call to wander”
Thanks Bob. Some journeys are best done without leaving the room. 😉
Love this Michael .. It reads like the land remembering her, beautiful and haunting. 🧡
Thank you Mae. In a way, that’s something along the lines of what I was hoping it would evoke.