Just Stones Poem by Leria Hawkins

From the moment the blue jay spied
My stolen breath could only sigh
And then the clever cunning fox
Made den upon my store of rocks

In the valley wet with dreams
He offered up, sweet cake and cream
Spiced with ginger, steeped in fire
He fed my heart his wild desires

I grew to crave his wind-burned face
Etched with time and lined with grace
His hills and valleys, I explored
I sought the flames beyond the shore

My heart soon nailed to his command
A view my mind can't comprehend
My legs are strong, my back is straight
I'd never bend to such a fate

Beside his tempest shores, I wept
Uncertain where the fire was kept
I searched for fuel to feed my rage
My heart obsessed, my passion caged

Once trapped inside his secret lair
I woke to find he wasn't there
Outside there blows a violent storm
Inside...just stones to keep me warm