Stone in the Water

exmoor, Life, poem, Poetry, ,

Deep plunge pool in the heart of the moor
Centred in spring time unfurling of bracken
Shadowed by a twisted thorn tree
Water pours in over a mossy lip
Large pebbles line the sloping
Glowing colours in crystal water

Something falls
Breaks the surface
Circles upon circles radiate
Contours ripple to a point of disappearance
Sparkle in the dawn light
Stone in the water

 

Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond

Re-blogged from 2016.

12 thoughts on “Stone in the Water”

  2. Another beautiful poem. I can feel the water on my skin as you describe it. Would you do me the honor of participating in the tanka poetry contest I’m hosting on my website? Only five lines, due Monday. Thanks for considering. :)

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  3. Pingback: *Press it* Stone in the Water #137 | Its good to be crazy Sometimes

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