follow that cow
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:17
Donny McIntyre: Us, soldiers of the stony hearth
Oct 28, 2005, 22:27
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Us, soldiers of the stony hearth
Us, soldiers of the stony hearth
Hewing homage to a crowded sky
Hanging heaven onto maiden Earth
Cut stone forever cannot die.
From us, builders, comes forth god
From us, darkness comes forth light
From us all is overawed.
Us, sculptured artists of the night.
Thirteen twelve's, a sacred number
Cut in stone in all we've made
All we've made is torn asunder,
But stone remains, while all will fade.
"Ah, Man! Your stone remains, but NOT forever.
All Rocks. All Man. All dust together."
Donny McIntyre
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Oct 28, 2005, 23:19
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>Walking the line walking the line singing my songs just singing my songs seeing the trees seeing the trees they know the lines so better than me watching so closely the tiny toadstools they know the energy they have known so long just walking the line just walking the line<
I know the rhythm of that voice... you little tinker you :-)
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Oct 28, 2005, 23:29
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Nice one ftc and duly added to stack.
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Oct 29, 2005, 00:50
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Good! Sleep on it, and tomorrow put it all together and I'll give you a picture to go with it :-)
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nigelswift
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:20
Anon: Soldiers in grey
Oct 31, 2005, 14:13
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Soldiers in grey (Anon)
Flanked by the fallen,
Scarred by the wind,
See the soldiers in grey,
Holding the line
That was willed in a world that is gone.
Lost is the reason, gone the control,
Dead are the lords of the stones.
Yet dutiful still, see the soldiers in grey
Holding the line,
Obeying a granite command.
Come Wiccan, come wacko, come Wayne,
Come archaeo, megarak and loon,
See the soldiers in grey, holding the line,
See the power that endures, see the will
Imposed from a world that is gone.
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Oct 31, 2005, 15:59
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Thanks Nigel, and duly added to stack.
I sometimes get the feeling I know who the authors of the 'anon' poems are (or were) but lack sufficient evidence :-)
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:31
Siegfried Sassoon: What is Stonehenge
Nov 02, 2005, 22:58
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What is Stonehenge?
What is Stonehenge? It is the roofless past;
Man's ruinous myth; his uninterred adoring
Of the unknown in sunrise cold and red;
His quest of stars that arch his doomed exploring.
And what is Time but shadows that were cast
By these storm-sculptured stones while centuries fled?
The stones remain; their stillness can outlast
The skies of history hurrying overhead.
Siegfried Sassoon (1886-1967)
Thanks to Nancy (Stones List) for first drawing my attention to this poem and to Moth for posting the 1786 illustration by Byrne and Medland of Stonehenge at -http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/img_fullsize/37125.jpg Both poem and illustration are now up on Megalithic Poems at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:31
Anon: As good as it gets
Nov 07, 2005, 00:06
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As good as it gets
Wind icy sharp down Waden Hill on winter's eve
blowing east towards stones long lost.
Faulkner's Circle the signpost said
but nothing there now other than a single standing stone
and a twisted pine and more shattered stones
slaughtered and strewn along the way.
We trekked glumly up to the round barrows there above
but such a degree of sadness hung upon every broken fragment
that we stopped halfway and turned
and plodded quietly back to road and waiting car.
Then laughing and gasping up Waden Hill
pausing at a badger's hole where we'd slipped and smiled once before.
And on past a flock of curious sheep (too timid really to be too curious)
into the wind at the top and the welcoming kiss of the long winter sun.
And there below
Silbury!
tucked safely away in its valley and dale.
We stood there a while and smiled
and wondered why Silbury was placed where it was
when it could have been set so much higher up.
But down there is the perfect place for a mystery
(though we don't really know why).
Later...
standing atop West Kennet on the shortest day
when a fingertips' embrace closed the circle of our destinies.
When life's shadows were as long as they were ever going to get
(this time around) and our chance at immortality
was just about as good as it gets.
Smiling... read a Jack Nicholson grin just here.
Then do you know that breathing in the low winter sunlight at that ancient place
that soul-set womb of our ancestors
wrapped all around by the comforting Downlands of Wiltshire.
Hand-in-hand again with one lost so long ago now found again
is where it's at and what it ever was all about.
Anon
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nigelswift
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Re: As good as it gets
Nov 07, 2005, 08:32
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I like that. Especially the personal and bitter-sweet feelings at WKLB, which is ever-present for some of us at places like WKLB, eh Littlestone? This Anon bloke didn't half compose a lot the day he went up Waden didn't he?
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Littlestone
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Re: As good as it gets
Nov 07, 2005, 08:35
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:-)
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