A Psalm of Stone – Will Vigar

Pilgrimage – Triptych
A merlin whiffles and surveys
a ditch and bank, grateful
for now open land and prey;

leaving bark and sap
and leaf unsheathed;
replaced by rootless fruit

of earth.  Oak and beech
suspire and sing
a bitter psalm of stone.

Too early for dew, the Sun
garlanded in frosted mizzlemist,
Sends the briefest scintilla

to trace the blue hour,
as processors slow-slip
through the lithic forest’s

long winter shadows.
Wheeling as their voices keen
a bitter psalm of stone.

Exultant  laity shouts
an epileptic canticle
as wind sheared wheat

rattles an indolent protest,
drowned in hammerfire
and brutish duther.

Its slack maraca
rhythm rings
a bitter psalm of stone.

Poem and illustration by Will Vigar

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