Ken Stone: Reflection
Reflection
He leads a pied stallion across a paddock
where sheep dock brittle grass and bleat
into summer’s smudge. Others jostle water’s brink,
and rinse reflections before bounding free.
The horse steadies for drinking—
patchwork perfected in the dam,
until a muzzle creases water
and reflection quivers.
Arriving cloud disturbs the surface.
Does it foreshadow rain, or drought electric?
Only the horse is certain as it drinks
dapple from the dam.
Ken Stone
Madam: Archbishop Fisher (July-August 2024) does not resist the attacks on his church by the political, social or scientific atheists and those who insist on not being told what to do.
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6 mins
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23 mins
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2 mins