Stonework

Minute 3.13

The name invoked, a terror in the lore
Riding west and down, white rose and the crown
Cut and plied, shagged edges in the corps
About the town a string of copper wound.

Minute 2.27

The storm’s firstborn, jaw driven to the sand

Iron bells broken, blackened pearls on a strand

Rope an incantation, torches preside
Toilers pull pennies away from the tide.