Stone-faced | Anne Marie Wells Poetry
Stone-Faced
on this stone
sink his full moon
head stared
at my stolen
breath. He learned
anew how to worship
like a boy among
candles and wreathed
flowers, the way Mary
prayed below six
crossed feet, her two
lungs anchors
in a porcelain
basin.
“Stone-faced” was first published in a former iteration in the Spring 2020 issue of Unlimited Literature, which lives on electronic pages, pulsating through your vein, like blood, rushing your breath through your body to your heart…
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