Sunday, 5 February 2017

Quarry

by Sherri Turner


Shall I take you there,
where the lime-steeped waters
reflect the blue sky green,
where iron cliffs
rise like sculptures
and swallows swoop and soar?
Will you turn to me and smile
and say how lovely,
how perfect?
Will you know about the bitten rock below,
where metal teeth gouged and fed
and left an ugly scar?
Will you think it so beautiful
from beneath the turquoise surface?

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"Quarry" was previously published on a forum website.