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Snap Aug 10, 2007 12:31:39

Solice in Stone

Seek them out, search out the Ancient Ones, Stones of Salutation, Solstice and Symmetry
Stones of Mystery, Millenniums and Magnetism, Stones of Ancients, Augurs and Alignments
Stones of Loneliness, Lunar and Leys, Stones of Ghosts, Gnomic and Geometry
Stones of Destiny, Druids and Direction, Stones of Elementals, Equinox and Equations
Stones of Ceremony, Celts and Chronology, Stones of Hypocrisy, Hedonists and Harmonics
Find their Sanctuary, find their Solace, Pitted with time, grey and ochre patched
Yet smooth as silk where hands have rubbed, In fields, woods, valleys, bog, bracken and bramble
Standing, fallen, broken, smashed by the Church, No matter their magic felt through centuries and time
For they have seen death, life and the stars, Sit in their majesty, turn and look back
See the horizons, Mothers, mapped out, Look on in wonder, best all alone
For then you will find Solace in Stone
T.J. Ackley
I wrote this after visiting quite a few sites I am a 54 yr old Paramedic currently of sick with PTSD the Stones are helping
Snap

Littlestone Aug 10, 2007 13:17:08

Replying to Snap

Nice one Snap. Would you mind if I added it to the TMA Megalithic Poems thread here http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/forum/?thread=23046 sometime and to the Meg Poems blog here http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ at a later date?

Hope you're back to normal soon; and yes, the stones do help in may ways - you may be interested to read the very first poem, The Stones are great, here http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ (bottom of the page in the 21 September 2005 archive).

moss Aug 10, 2007 14:18:23

Replying to Snap

Hi Snap, I went off to Stoney Littleton Longbarrow this glorious morning,
for some peace and quiet but when I got there, I could see people deep inside the passage. When they emerged, three to be precise, one was a North American Indian, ponytailed and a beautiful aquiline nose, I would have dearly loved to have asked him what he thought of our prehistoric longbarrow set in the midst of the english countryside. Your poem captures all the weird and wonderful that dance round our prehistory ;)....