I found a stone,
Small, but edged, sharp.
Crystalline glints
Like witty conversation,
Laced with acid retorts,
Bon mots and
Quickness.
It has stayed with me all day.
Like a guilty smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for your friendly remarks about Orkney Future. Jotunheim is the mountain range where the gigantic gods were born (according to myth) ..and the Ring of Brodgar is one of the loveliest jewels in Orkney's stone Age inheritance. I like this short, honest, poem of yours about a(n almost talismanic?) stone and it makes me wonder if you've read (and learned to love?) the Finnish Epic tale, the Kalevala? If you haven't, I can tell you that it will be right up your street! ! x