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
Words pouring from stone
Graham Ramsden 2012
I really like your landscape poetry, Graham. 'Words pouring from the stone' is a fabulous final line.I wonder though if you might consider dropping the three 'the's in the second line to improve the rhythm. There may be one or two definite and indefinite articles that could be lost elsewhere, too. I just think it would help you focus on the landscape even more.
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<Deleted User> (6034)
Wed 6th Mar 2013 16:27
great idea to write about these landscapes you so love