Don’t Swallow the Stone!

A stranger, I’d been advised

Not to expect warm welcome

From the village tribe

I stood far back at the edges

Of the crowd that gathered

Around a stone-bordered hole,

Waiting for anticipated moment

When The Quake would send

Rippling wave ‘neath their feet—

Thus signalling the elders to step up, 

Spit a pebble into abyss of lost souls.

The man whose spit stone caused

A reverberating echo, would own

Treasure yet undisclosed, unknown.

It might be money, property, or the town’s

Youngest virgin—his bride-prize to wed.

Aside from this celebratory event,

There was possibility of secondary,

Quite shuddery, happenstance.

It hadn’t occurred in the past 7 years—

Perhaps, some folks whispered,

The day was well due.

A man too excitable, who lacked stern

Control—might swallow his pebble, and

Choke till he turned death’s dim

Indigo…toppling fast and forever

Into the Hole.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

Image credit: Pixabay

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7 thoughts on “Don’t Swallow the Stone!

    • Thank you for that wonderful compliment, Michael–I do feel that my writing has gotten stronger this year, a nice benefit to offset the lesser aspects of aging… 🙂 And yes, it’s a Very Good feeling!

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