When I saw meredith84’s drawing, its strong lines and round shapes reminded me of a love poem I wrote some time ago. I can imagine the drawing being developed into a piece of sculpture.
Stone
When you are gone
I am like a solitary stone
On the shore,
Washed up by the sea,
Threatening in its expanse
And likely to engulf me again
And draw me back into the waves.
But when we are together,
The solitary stone
Becomes alive
And glistening with salty foam,
Embedded in the sand,
Secure in your hands.
writing in north norfolk 