Bullaun Stone Magic


How many strikes of stone
striking iron striking rock
did it take to make you
How many years of grinding
did it take to shape you
How many potions
cures and blessed balms
were mixed in your vessel cup
How many pilgrims paid for
your real or crooked cures
their slim hopes, their prayers,
their aspirations hanging
on your bullaun blessing,
your stone age magic

Without their belief you were
only a hole in a stone

Martin Swords
November 2009

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