Littlestone
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Re: Fiona Colligan-Yano - The Burial Mound
Sep 29, 2006, 13:53
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Thrice yikes!!! And no, all the ones you've posted are newuns :-)
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:20
Matt: Don't talk to me about the Moon
Sep 29, 2006, 15:23
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Don't talk to me about the Moon says Gearraidh n-Aibhne
It must have come down too soon, before the weather was fine
Gearraidh n-Aibhne says "I'm a shambles for the damsel on the skyline
Here's something to keep your eyes on - my love lies on the horizon
And the bedrock that she lies on is very gneiss"!
Matt
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chris s
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Alan M.Kent - "Rialobran"
Oct 01, 2006, 16:32
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About, of course, the Men Scryfa....
ALAN M.KENT (1967- )
THE ROAD TO RIALOBRAN
Find on your path from Morvah to Madron
Grave of Rialobran, Cunoval’s son
This is the translation of stone’s scroll
set up for the good of a royal soul
named The Raven, his father- Worthy Fame
set immortality and chiselled fame
of his son, who once ruled Carn Bran’s skyline
but now is watched by mute Greenbarrow mine.
At the start of the road to Rialobran
alone sits inscribed school-house, spick and span.
Plaque placed on in eighteen eighty two,
a late structure according to stone’s debut,
and though England’s past and poetry feature
stone’s name and words are untouched by teacher.
Latin/Cornish, like RAVEN, buried in earth,
killed young, not given life’s pennyworth.
Oh pilgrim of this sixth century tomb
consider the truth of culture’s heirloom:
a more fitting test of literature
heeds well the Raven mourners signature.
But the message isn’t carved or written.
instead, hidden history of Britain.
scratched on the road to Rialobran
true continuum is left without Kinsman,
such is the sweep of civilisation,
the poet comes to realisation
how while stone has stood as time’s icon,
two languages came, written, now are gone.
So like Cunovel, find hope dahed by Death’s logan
taken at the end of the road to Rialobran.
But dear Cunovel, at son’s setting, do not cry.
A thousand years on, we’ve unearthed the reason why.
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chris s
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Alan M.Kent - "Rialobran"
Oct 01, 2006, 16:33
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About, of course, the Men Scryfa....
ALAN M.KENT (1967- )
THE ROAD TO RIALOBRAN
Find on your path from Morvah to Madron
Grave of Rialobran, Cunoval’s son
This is the translation of stone’s scroll
set up for the good of a royal soul
named The Raven, his father- Worthy Fame
set immortality and chiselled fame
of his son, who once ruled Carn Bran’s skyline
but now is watched by mute Greenbarrow mine.
At the start of the road to Rialobran
alone sits inscribed school-house, spick and span.
Plaque placed on in eighteen eighty two,
a late structure according to stone’s debut,
and though England’s past and poetry feature
stone’s name and words are untouched by teacher.
Latin/Cornish, like RAVEN, buried in earth,
killed young, not given life’s pennyworth.
Oh pilgrim of this sixth century tomb
consider the truth of culture’s heirloom:
a more fitting test of literature
heeds well the Raven mourners signature.
But the message isn’t carved or written.
instead, hidden history of Britain.
scratched on the road to Rialobran
true continuum is left without Kinsman,
such is the sweep of civilisation,
the poet comes to realisation
how while stone has stood as time’s icon,
two languages came, written, now are gone.
So like Cunovel, find hope dahed by Death’s logan
taken at the end of the road to Rialobran.
But dear Cunovel, at son’s setting, do not cry.
A thousand years on, we’ve unearthed the reason why.
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Littlestone
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Re: Alan M.Kent - "Rialobran"
Oct 01, 2006, 16:55
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Once again many thanks chris! (you got a notebook tucked away somewhere with stacks and stacks of this stuff :-)
The first of the Merry Maidens poems that you posted here is now up on Meg Poems at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ - working on illustrations for the others.
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nigelswift
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 11:19
Shakespeare
Oct 03, 2006, 12:25
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I don't think we have anything from the Bard in all this long list do we?
I can't find anything specifically Megalithic, but there's this- one of the sonnets, about non-reporting detectorists.
Of what coarse metal ye are moulded.
Degenerate and base art thou,
An infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker,
The owner of no one good quality.
You speak an infinite deal of nothing
Whilst swallowing the treasure of the realm
Pall thee in the dunnest smoke of Hell!
Thou art baser than a cutpurse.
Out of my sight! Thou dost infect my eyes.
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moss
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Oct 03, 2006, 12:58
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beautiful - a great bucket of indignation ;)
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Littlestone
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Sermons in stones
Oct 03, 2006, 14:38
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Ah wonderful indeed, there's no one quite like the Bard.
Not sure if this has been posted before but it's a nice one to be bumped anyway.
And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees,
books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
W S
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mookymick
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Re: Sermons in stones
Oct 03, 2006, 15:57
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Thankyou that is lovely
Mooky
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Oct 03, 2006, 22:00
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moss wrote: beautiful - a great bucket of indignation ;)
Yes, a real beauty.
And isn't the line, "Thou art baser than a cutpurse." an absolute stunner! I wonder why the word 'mud' sprang to mind when I read that ;-)
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