It's Still Life

At an Intersection Named After an English King and a Saint
Six Sentence Story: Part 7.1

The Nature of Being

…Continued from Part 7

The Nature of Being

Where after the Inn,
Jamaica it was called,
the land gave up its trees to stone.

Its ancient breath lay bare
to brooding clouds at sight’s edge,

and a notch in the sky
revealed whole widths of folded time.

And my mind fell silent.

Bolventor, Launceston: I write this in my hotel room at the Jamaica Inn. Night has fallen close between stars with no hint of morning to be seen. I lift my glass of water and whisper, “Co-là-breith math dhut,” – and I notice that my glass has etched its ensō ring on the desk. ~B.

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The poem is a quadrille, constrained to 44-words sans title. The entire piece is six sentences. Written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story, including the word “close”.  Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2025.