Shantelle
Just a stone's throw away
from where I lie in despair,
my car, a grieving shade of gray
once chauffeured a pair.
Now I flop upon this stone,
aptly inscribed with her name,*
eager for each aching bone
to surrender the same.
Enclosed by silent stone rows,
years ago unfolding speech
countless hearts like stone froze,
stone angels' comforts out of reach.
*Shantelle means "stone."
2/26/2020
Shantelle Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
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