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THE STONE BELT
In Saltdean's nowhere
life gets up your nose.
Just like the wind that
blows up the chalk cliff
drifts under doors
and settles in all drink.
A sinister soft talc
that soothes folk
to false tunes.
Great tides of silt
have dropped dew like
at dawn
inviting sheep to taste
then turned them up
their bones returned to chalk.
Their shepherdess
now drops her own stones
from each orifice.
Published in Daybreak
(ISSN 1094 0618) 1999
Play Audio read by Marilyn Westland
Copyright © 2007 Maggie Westland
© 2007 design WestlandProgeny
