Granite…grey.
Quartz pitted
Lichened by light
Stone rows.
Circles and cup marks
Cairns on Cut Hill
Cists at Drizzlecombe
Who were they, these people of stone?
Into a 21st century dawn, tumbled
Bracelets, baskets and beads…!
Her goods for the ever-life
Leaving behind … her fears..tears..?
The stone people live on.
We are they.
Drawing & Poem: Hazel Brown
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