The Stone’s Daughter

The stone said,


And the dammed wound seeped

with memory of pain from

the one that would not claim her,

forsook her

When the stone said,


She was reborn, rebaptized

by the foundation

from which she began.

The water that once smoothed

her edges returned as

wings on wind

to bring her home.



© 2020 by Ingrid Oliphant