Trethevy Quoit
By Mary E. Croy
I am going to the Giant's house, I am going to the place where they hurled stones like bocce balls. These giants were children, just learning the art of balance, how clumsy shapes can fit together and the joy of crossing your fingers. You can use weight and wedges to achieve a kind of stalemate that drinks sky while being all angles. Eventually this impromptu approach builds confidence and trust. People look at it wondering how it stayed up so long. No lego coaching with bumps. No backsliding. All stones rebelling against the soft mushy moor.
Mary E. Croy lives in Madison, Wisconsin where she works as an office operations assistant. She spent nine years teaching English language learners in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. During her free time, Mary likes reading poetry and hanging out with her cats, Buster and Gabby. Her poetry has appeared in Better than Starbucks, Woven Tale Press, and Valley Voices, among others.