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
2019-04-21