Creative Writing

Cold Stone

Stone plinths carry the weight of a cold—

Marble mother clinging to a son in rags;

Covered in blood and thorns and sorrows.

Lying daffodils at their cold carved feet—  

Among the cold plethora of your prayers.

Feeling the weight of tired gazes on my back;

Bathing in tears and sympathies and blessings:

They are cold ocean waves and blood covered thorns.

They are as comforting as my speaking to lifeless marble.


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23/10/2018

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Rebecca McDonnell



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