I am taking part in the Daily Post Photo Challenge: TEXTURE
Who hasn’t felt a compulsion to feel the texture of a sandstone boulder warmed by the sun, a smooth pebble from the river bed or a jagged quartz crystal. To touch a rock is to connect to the earth before, humans. Before life itself. I feel a poem coming on, and photos of richly textured rocks taken on my travels.
Written in Stone
Feel my ancient armour
Pitted, cracked, creviced
Broken, battered, fractured
Crumbled, smoothed and polished.
Battles of ice and furnace
The water, wind and waves
The violent and the grinding,
Have left these scars I bear.
Prehistoric life crushed
Old sea beds exposed.
Fossils and living lichens,
Leave their stories here
Touch me says the silent stone.
Feel my weight and warmth,
Gathered from billion days.
Beneath your fleeting hands.
By Leigh Roswen
Leigh Roswen 