Last stones

31 Jan

These are my last stones, from the wonderful Small Stone Writing project.  The project has been successful for me on a personal level as it was challenging, to write everyday and observe the minutia of a moment, but also utterly do-able for anyone whether they are a writer or not.  I hope over the next month, to compile some links to some of my favorite stones from other writers, but if you can’t wait that long then please go to the A River of Stones site and start exploring for yourself.


The moon is a badly kept secret among clouds.


The wool, so tangled,

my fingers pick

but instead become part.


A waxing then waning

in the heart

leaves it flabby and wrinkled,

like the soft stomach skin

of a weight loss winner.


The radio sings

and wraps me warm

as an old friend should.


Focus and clarity

fade and sharpen quickly,

like the blossom of the sea anemone.


Arm wrapped round

the warm small thing

I love.


The map sits with satin sheen,

preserved bubbles bulge underneath,

but never breaking the surface of that sea.

2 Responses to “Last stones”

  1. Titus February 1, 2011 at 9:55 am #

    Lovely again. The 24th is an absolute stunner!

    • alumpinthethroat February 2, 2011 at 8:02 pm #

      Thank you JoAnne. I was quite pleased with that one, but like all the best things I write, it seamed that I didn’t write it as much as it let itself be known to me.

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