Old Stones…

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Built by the sea

But not of the sea

These enclosing walls…

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It is a ‘Celtic’ thing

The Spirit tied-to-tide

And it is still understood

By today’s Old Bones…

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There they sit

Lining the sea-front

Huddled together

Under-sun

Within ear-shot

Of the waves

Which lap the shore

And withdraw

On the out-breath

In ceaseless rhythm

Which hints at beyond…

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Built by the sea

But not of the sea

These enclosing walls.

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16 thoughts on “Old Stones…

  1. I like the form of this writing very much. I used to write my poetry in this format, and I don’t know what it is called when you repeat the first stanza or several lines right at the end. I used to call them “rounds” for lack of better definition or words. I would enjoy knowing what it is called to write in this form.

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