Poem ~ The Berchtesgadener Street Stone
Walking by Inner Vision Blog
with Lynda McKinney Lambert
Presents
“The Berchtesgadener Street Stone”
(A Pantoum Poem)
Copyright ©1990, 2021. Lynda McKinney Lambert. All Rights Reserved.
Grödig , Austria
My poem was just published in The Weekly Avocet, Issue # 465,
Sunday, October 31, 2021
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The Berchtesgadener Street Stone
Cool rain falls down, a transparent veil
beyond this Alpine village, mist covers the mountain
I hold a pink stone in my left hand
I watch from behind a glass door.
Beyond this Alpine Village, mist covers the mountain
as I remember walking to St. Leonhardt yesterday morning
I watch from behind a glass door
I have become the mother of the earth.
As I remember walking to St. Leonhardt yesterday morning
wide fields of Queen Ann’s lace, full bloom
I have become the mother of the earth
A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet.
Wide fields of Queen Ann’s lace, full bloom
at the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street
A small pink stone, nestled in the sand near my feet
half buried in sand and soft damp earth.
At the base of the mountain on Berchtesgadener Street
I bent down to pick up the stone from the field
half buried in sand and soft damp earth
Held it and walked till the winds wiped it dry.
I bent down to pick up the stone from the earth
We walked home together, the stone and I
Held it and walked till the winds wiped it dry
A triangle shaped puff with rounded corners.
We walked home together, the stone and I
soft pink color, mingled with gray
a triangle shaped puff with rounded corners
Deeper pink veins lie just below the skin.
Soft pink color, mingled with gray
beneath a transparent surface
deeper pink veins lie just below the skin
cuts and scars from a life that’s been harsh.
Beneath a transparent surface
a scarred pink stone speaks of a long life
cuts and scars from a life that’s been harsh
a cool stone warms in the palm of my hand.
A scarred pink stone speaks of a long life
as rain pours from the dense fog in the sky
a cool stone warms in the palm of my hand
as I watch the mountain mingle with mist.
As rain pours from the dense fog in the sky
The stone brings life to my body
as I watch the mountains mingle with mist
It’s rained every day since I arrived here.
The stone brings life to my body
A jagged mountain edge emerges in the distance
It’s rained every day since I arrived here
Mist, clouds, and sky conspire to make mountains vanish.
A jagged mountain edge emerges in the distance
the ultimate magic show takes place
Mist, clouds, and sky conspire to make mountains vanish
I shift in my seat and listen to cars moving outside.
The ultimate magic show takes place
the stone turns over in my hand
I shift in my seat and listed to cars moving outside
one warm thing on a cold rainy morning.
The stone turns over in my hand
it throbs and moves, warmer than my body
the one warm thing on a cold rainy morning
The Berchtesgadener Street Stone held in my hand.
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Written the summer of 1990, Grödig , Austria
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Previously Published:
The Berchtesgadener Street Stone (1990)
_ Lambert, Lynda Concerti: Psalms for the Pilgrimage, Kota Press, 2002.
_“Nine Post Cards from Prague” Kudzu Monthly: an ezine with a distinctively southern perspective.” May 16, 2004.
_Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Star Signs, DLD Books, 2019
_NatureWriting, June 16, 2018.
_Lambert, Lynda McKinney. Songs for the Pilgrimage, DLD Books, 2021.
The Weekly Avocet, Issue #465, October 31, 2021
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