Megalithic Poems

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It is here men dig
and dive under the earth
to dream
like
moths
of who will be
the Winter King

Stones are set in rings of fire
spirals gaze up at the stars...

© 2009 Persephone Vandegrift

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Hi Seph (if you happen to read this). Great poem, though I'll have to think about it a bit before I understand it all. If I'm getting it right, the last few lines:

"While out on the chalk downs
eldest sons
with
swords raised
wait to see which of their fathers
will burst forth from the mound"

are particularly evocative of a different belief, or maybe even our own, of a dark night.

Gordon