Eight Stone Three
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Eight stone three is an old English form of measuring weight. Our subject in the poem weights, 8 stone 3...which is approx 115 lbs.
I sketched your face in
the midst of a bleached sky
touching the cool wet sands
a great inhale lights the pipe
barefoot and loaded tonight.
Awaiting the rising red moon
ballerinas twirl on the sea wall.
Eight stone three drifting away
in foggy wispy ocean tendrils
guided by ghosts of privateers.
Face expressionless; eyes cold
grass upon the sand dune quivers.
First, you're here; then gone away;
One day you’re bright; then you’re
just an orb of dull dying, gray light
as tears are lost in the falling rain,
wretched days full of fears are here.
I'm sinking into the charcoal sketch
a note left in crayon upon the dash
justification as simple as loneliness
eight stone three melts into the sea.
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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