The Seeing Stone

by Donna Booth

Ah...my love
My boggy, stony, windblown love

We lay on our bellies for hours
lifting stones, chasing beasties 
lay on our backs, chasing clouds

We climbed the stony curves of your ancient homes
walked barefoot in your peat dark pools
ate pieces on your sun warmed, lichen dappled walls
  
Found the seeing stone in your ruined walls
saw houses full, roofs whole, pots on fires 
wild men in the bay
adventurers, explorers, fishers and farmers

Two boys, a girl
in our boggy, stony, windblown world

We learned to smoke in your shadowy corners 
invisible to all 
drank throat burning, nose holding, head spinning
whatever could be hidden

Too soon, we found love there
Strong and raw, fresh made
every tiny stone redrawn
every goose bumped hair
every pin pricked midge wound

And then we were gone  
distant shores
other side of grey stone walls 

the seeing stone weighs heavy in my heart
eyes closed I watch you wait  
for bare feet running