Will Vigar

a writer of sorts

A Psalm of Stone

aveburystukeley1.

A merlin whiffles and surveys

a ditch and bank, grateful

for now open land and prey;

 

leaving bark and sap

and leaf unsheathed;

replaced by rootless fruit

 

of earth.  Oak and beech

suspire and sing

a bitter psalm of stone.

 

2.

Too early for dew, the Sun

garlanded in frosted mizzlemist,

Sends the briefest scintilla

 

to trace the blue hour

as processors slow-slip

through the lithic forest’s

 

long winter shadows.

Wheeling as their voices keen

a bitter psalm of stone.

 

3.

Exultant  laity shouts

an epileptic canticle

as wind shivved wheat

 

rattles an indolent protest,

drowned in hammerfire

and brutish duther.

 

Its slack maraca

rhythm rings

a bitter psalm of stone.

 

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