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Pile of Stones Shackleton Moor
The final passage of man’s impact
Stones won and worked from a gritty rock face
Once made a shelter, a base, a home
Long abandoned and without form
A vegetated hump on the moor edge reveals
Tilted on its clean worked facet
A stone sink in ashlar remains whole
Testimony to lore
Cleanliness’ was next to godliness
In the high lonely Pennines
Thursday 28th March 2013 4:51 pm
The Beck Stone
Beck Stone
Rounded lump of grey gritstone now balanced in the beck
Divides rushing stream linking high heather moor to distant sea
A shining silver thread through dale and wold to wide Humber
This same stone, surface scrubbed smooth by falling water
Now releases a stanza carved by a craftswoman from a script written by a poet
Ink to paper
Hammer to chisel
Rock to eye
Wo...
Monday 4th March 2013 5:23 pm
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