Hail
My hands know the sadness of rock,
of unfinished lines and rough
sides tapering to sharpness.
The shape of solitude, turning.
Now the stones fall as water,
a woman lets down her hair
and laughter chokes through silence.
Into this dream I ascend.
“Hail” first appeared here in September 2016, and is included in Indra’s Net: An International Anthology of Poetry in Aid of The Book Bus.
All profits from this anthology published by Bennison Books will go to The Book Bus, a charity which aims to improve child literacy rates in Africa, Asia and South America by providing children with books and the inspiration to read them.
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Sometimes when I really Like something, just clicking on “like” seems inadequate
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Thank you, Dan. The same feeling often occurs to me, too.
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really good !
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Thank you.
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please do follow my blog ! I’m teenager from India writing blogs just to improve !
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Read everything, write. Revise. Repeat.
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Thank you for sharing your craft with the world. Hail is brilliant.
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You’re very kind, Michael. Thank you.
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