Verse – Craig's Ramblings

The Memory of Stones

Imagine what the stones could tell if we could learn their tongue.

Craig Kirkpatrick

Today had just begun to wane, tonight not far behind; I gave the still and tired house my absence for a time.

Craig Kirkpatrick

My shadow is that darker form of me Revealed when light, by contrast, helps me see.

Craig Kirkpatrick

I crest a hill and there behold, Above the frost and vapors cold, The dawn-lit mountains rising bold, Like heaps of crystal gleamed in morning’s fire

Craig Kirkpatrick

I walk through this world of violent winds, through forests of terror with grappling limbs

Craig Kirkpatrick