Tuesday, 17 January 2012

stone #17 - not seeing

Was it fog or smoke that hung in great shanks in front of the low sun? Was it a smock of starlings that flashed past in the inky half light?  After an hour of driving home at dusk, my eyes burned with the husks of a thousand headlights.


none said...

A very interesting, eloquent, & unique stone! I like the questioning

Mark Sargeant said...

Thank you Jade! I thought I'd try a different approach to writing my stones :)