Megalithic Poems

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moss M
moss Sep 22, 2006 06:01:09
Replying to Littlestone

Found this, its a sort of little poem to all those people buried at the feet of standing stones and under barrows;- its a nice morbid little ditty first thing in the morning ;(

Yet they were made of earth and fire as we,
The selfsame forces set us in our mould;
To life we woke from all that makes the past.
We grow on Death's tree as ephemeral flowers.


Thoger Larsen

N nigelswift
nigelswift Sep 22, 2006 06:27:15
Replying to moss

And another, about the same people -

And so, here we lie at last,
Our brief bright story ended.
Know us by these marks –
We loved our world, and yours.
And even at our passing
Committed no offence.

L Littlestone
Littlestone Sep 22, 2006 07:02:41
Replying to moss

Well you're a cheery couple for a Friday morning and no mistake. What with the dark dank day outside I might as well finish it now ;-) On second thoughts, I'll top the two of you and not m'self with the remaining lines from The Owl, recently suggested for Jane's painting of Oxford; it continues sadly thus -

Poacher of the darkness rising
sees his rival gently gliding
removes a blackened barb propelling
to the heart of freedom flying

Down the owl
stricken lowly
to earth's rust not far below thee

There to dream his love's
dreams only.
There to flutter
at death's door lonely.

(Going back to bed for half an hour until the melancholy passes :-) but thanks for the two great additions, now duly added to the stack.