Crone Stones

This is the womb of the world

where two seas collide

at a hammock of land

and bony rocks arch

in the jet blood-black spray. Three

mythical crone stones –

who see what sharp lips never

tell – still watch through

their ageless snake hair for the

goings of they that

once crawled from their legs in the

primeval salt-dawn of time.

(Kit Perriman)

(Photo: Kit Perriman)

Kit Perriman