For the first and twenty day of National Poetry Month, I wrote a poem about attuning oneself to rock. This power is related to the Wamifūko in Sand and Ash but with a specific named character's coming of age that is planned for a future novel. Kanéko's father, Ronamar, also has similar experiences with stone being a Earth Knight of Kormar.
The Stone and I Breathe
The stone below is still My held breath burns my lungs Nothing moves but the beat of my pulse My chest burns with the need The faintest of trembles I opened my mouth A quiver, a touch, a dance I can finally let my breathe go The ground stills once again I inhale slowly but steadily Nothing moves beneath my fingers I hold my breath, waiting for the next