Quarry

Porthgain

At times words need helping out,

not savagely, with forceps,

but cut carefully, for they are primeval,

a cluster of feelings, still at risk.

Some don’t make it. They haunt you.

Here, simple words in giant letters are laid to rest.

I LOVE YOU cracked from granite

the size of an adult across the quarry floor.

From above, they can be seen growing back

into the hot earth from where words are born.