Re: Megalithic Poems | Forum — The Modern Antiquarian

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Psychicmaster Mar 30, 2008 00:13:04

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P.s. This poem was inspired by one of my visits to Silbury Hill.

Psychicmaster wrote:

Trudging in Autumnal heat to visualise ancestor's feat,
of engineering, they knew how,
I wonder why, don't know right now,
The "Busy people" Ancient folk
knew how to toil, their Gods, their yolk,
but they were free in many ways,
than we, the slaves of debt and broke,
I capture pictures in the box, to paw, enhance, rotate, the lot
But when I see pixels abound, I know I travelled sacred grounds,
for their Gods call through nature's stone, I will return, never alone.

Jonathan Sansome

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Psychicmaster Mar 30, 2008 00:13:21

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P.s. This poem was inspired by one of my visits to Silbury Hill.

Psychicmaster wrote:

Trudging in Autumnal heat to visualise ancestor's feat,
of engineering, they knew how,
I wonder why, don't know right now,
The "Busy people" Ancient folk
knew how to toil, their Gods, their yolk,
but they were free in many ways,
than we, the slaves of debt and broke,
I capture pictures in the box, to paw, enhance, rotate, the lot
But when I see pixels abound, I know I travelled sacred grounds,
for their Gods call through nature's stone, I will return, never alone.

Jonathan Sansome

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Psychicmaster Mar 30, 2008 00:13:22

Replying to Psychicmaster

P.s. This poem was inspired by one of my visits to Silbury Hill.

Psychicmaster wrote:

Trudging in Autumnal heat to visualise ancestor's feat,
of engineering, they knew how,
I wonder why, don't know right now,
The "Busy people" Ancient folk
knew how to toil, their Gods, their yolk,
but they were free in many ways,
than we, the slaves of debt and broke,
I capture pictures in the box, to paw, enhance, rotate, the lot
But when I see pixels abound, I know I travelled sacred grounds,
for their Gods call through nature's stone, I will return, never alone.

Jonathan Sansome

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moss Mar 30, 2008 08:37:35

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Welcome Jonathan, I see Silbury has inspired you to write a reflective poem, it will be added to this enormously long stash of megalithic poems.
I've just found, Jeremy Hooker's "Soliloquies of a Chalk Giant" Its the Cerne Abbas Giant....

Totem;

Where are the giant's people?
They have followed the mole
Under mounds. The Dance
Is a ring of stones.

Soon there will be nothing
But a breeze gathering dust
Over pale fields, a maze
Of ditches scored on the hill.

Unless a man stand naked
Of all but imagination.
Let him discover me.

I rise through him
Or lie here and wait,
Scratched in the chalk.