photo credit: Andreas Øverland
Geri Doran
Blood from Stone
As when the matter is taken in hand
but the heart refused
and the good muscle begins to thicken;
or when the mountain, ceremonious in the early moonlight,
loosens one small rock to the waiting creek;
then the yeasted bread rising and cracking,
the red-handled pump drawing up water brown
with rust—
as when we are given, but not enough.
Blood from Stone
As when the matter is taken in hand
but the heart refused
and the good muscle begins to thicken;
or when the mountain, ceremonious in the early moonlight,
loosens one small rock to the waiting creek;
then the yeasted bread rising and cracking,
the red-handled pump drawing up water brown
with rust—
as when we are given, but not enough.