Wiltshire Rock

written by Stephanie Heaven-Terry
edited by Betty Doyle

My palm on the rock, spread
a rumble of heat, down the wrist, up the knuckles
back and forth, back and forth.
A beating sun,
a drum,
three-fingered man, fabricating sound

The biggest butter slabs, fenced off
a circle of sweetcorn stuck in the grass.
Thick, thick heat –
Avon sweating shyly,
the universe watching slyly.

Till’ fizz of dark, Smooth edges reach
Warm butter, like salve,
in slick mirrors, neighbouring rivers.
Cooling, cooling
cosmic gel,
and dust, the stuff of old friends.

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