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Blog 1 – Creative: ‘I Stand at the Stone’

1 Following on from William Wordsworth’s poems,  describe an experience in nature that has given you a sense of meaning that is beyond books. Write down your experience as a poem.

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I Stand at the Stone

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I stand at this cold stone, weeping for the weeds.
There lives a futile form of essence,
Some earth-strewn semblance,
To the world I have once known and seen.

I stand at this cold stone, and pray you will speak.
Through trees glazed in sunlight,
With bug, bee or dragonfly,
I pray as my knees touch the long fallen leaves.

A story for bedtime spoken through windchime,
and with these fae, ferns and foxgloves of yours,
Sit beside me now and blanket me in briar,
as you meander betwixt greenery and God’s sublime.

Proffer me peace as I grieve before the Galatea of you.
Give me hope in this archway of willows and youth;
ageless, they drift, then coil and snap with souls anew.
And the breeze, it preens, as if a rope to pull at life’s tooth.

You would say I am old…too old a sad soul,
Look at me with eyes of gardenia and baby’s breath.
If tempted to seek, choose the birth of another’s sleepy death.
When they left, Eden fell to a mere meadow of loneliness.

I stand at your ivy-kissed stone and hope for a storm,
Hope the rain will beat down upon every petal until it is torn.
Sit and bury my prayers in the soil of your grave.
This air around us is the breath to me in the garden you gave.

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