Black Stone Poem by Chris Milburn

Black Stone absorbing the fire
And the light
Brooding behind
The hearth

Brooding on the past
On the life unlived
On the fault lines
That led

To this darkness
In the firelight

In full view
Of the soporific observers
Absorbed by
The blackness beyond the light

But the fire dissolves
And the coldness encroaches
And the hearth is engulfed
In shadows

And the black Stone gathers
It's accomplices
And streches out
In cold accusatory drafts

We flee
The gapping horror

The foolish remain
Addicted to the past
To what might return
On a future evening
They await what might come again

But is this false hope
Or is this a new dawn