Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Like the strands of an ancient beard

Not a poem, but a lovely piece of prose. The rest is here -

...the quartz hangs in droplets on the stones, like the drizzled water on the rails outside - the capstone itself, supported by three (of an original four) uprights, has the scaled contours of a peak in the massive mountain range that the chamber opens towards. Inside, on the surfaces to the rear of that eastern opening, but more ephemerally, suitably perhaps, sheep wool trails white and wispy, like the strands of an ancient beard.

Gordon Kingston

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