Oh, look! I actually remembered to repost my poem of the week here. :-D
Okay, so it’s a little late. But better late than never, eh? And considering it’s another uber damp (it was actually pouring rain when I went grocery shopping), headache inducing, coolish kind of day, you’re lucky you got it at all. Readers of my writing blog are still waiting for this month’s picture prompt story. (It’s coming, it’s coming!)
This week’s poem is just a random one I chose from my files. It was written in 2013 and I believe it was “poemwork” for a poetry group I was a member of. As I recall, the assignment was to write a poem from the point of view of an inanimate object. In case you can’t guess from the poem itself, the point of view is from a stone that was carved into a gargoyle.
I remember my birth
torn from the quarry
then found to be unfit for the stone circle.
I remember the superstitions,
the Wild Hunt's ride, sacrifices to beg a boon
the dancing and the Green Man's bride.
I remember the poets,
who spent years perfecting the faultless rhyme
that would make of them heroes
I remember the old gods
no longer worshipped, not knowing why,
turning their backs on man.
I have felt the passage of time
felt the reshaping of my limestone form
awakened in my new home atop the cathedral
I have watched the world turn
the pleasure and the sorrow of man
the life and the death. Oh, so much death.
I have watched the city rise and fall
the new replacing the old until only I remain
keeping your secrets carved in stone.