Ur-Stone
This is no mere stone.
A stone like this
is not to be moved.
One plows and harrows
around such entities.
If we could hear it speak
we would bow before it,
beseech enlightenment.
Lichened and emphatic,
it occupies us completely.
It will bear no displacement;
demands, instead, veneration.
Such a stone subjugates
by the irresistible force
of its undeniable
presence.
We are merely meadow.
This stone
is the meadow’s king.
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am moved by the immovable here
“lichened and emphatic,
it occupies us completely.”
I wonder how long that stone has been there, and what it has seen. I like the image of us as meadow – transient, short-lived. How many ploughs has the rock known? How many ploughmen?
Very nicely done, Ron! The stone is like a burning bush of sorts!
Well we can’t exactly kick this one away, so I suppose it will stay. I like that “We are merely meadow,” we are passing through, but that rock is a fixture.
You so beautifully described the “king of the meadow”. It needs to be read alongside my “13 ways of looking at rock”! We have sure done stone credit!
Oh the stories it could tell. Wonderful Ron ☺️
You capture its invincibility, Ron, and its mystery.
And rightly so.
Stones are magical, Ron! If only they could talk, especially those big old ur-stones. I love that you describe that stone as ‘lichened and emphatic’, and having ‘the irresistible force of its undeniable presence’. That’s why Stonehenge is full of magic.
❤ ❤ ❤ Love this tribute to the meadow's king. Easy to see its majesty.
I truly love this. My husband teases me for loving rocks but I do… and trees.
Some things cannot be moved, changed or broken, just as this beauty of a rock.
a bit like you Ron, an immovable meadow king!
“The meadow’s king” … perfect last words in a wonderful bit of poetry!
outlasting us both past and future…(K)
Yeah. Absolutely, yeah. Love it.
The meadow king… lichened and old… it sounds wonderful