Ancient Circles
acrylic / canvas

Bringing what I thought was little
a small token
a bloodless sacrifice
laying it with no small reverence
on the blue grey granite
glistening with wet
extruded from the tattered
mountain clouds.

In rough homespun
we smiled bad toothed
jostling each other with love
older than the rock.
Linked with thoughts
as deeply shared
as the lung breathed air
as common place
as the moist brown earth.

Wrapping names 'round
things we'd seen
wrenching tales from the
doomed and mirthless gloom
adding texture to smooth
colour to dark
sweet lies to
corruptible mind numbing truth
. . . I join my friends in the circle.