nigelswift
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Re: Megalithic Poems
May 12, 2005, 18:57
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or mail them to me privately....
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
May 12, 2005, 21:49
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[email protected]
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StoneLifter
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Re: Megalithic Poems
May 12, 2005, 22:35
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No poems - but there is a good Megalithic cause. It's called 'Kirkhaugh'.
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 10:52
Charles Cotton: Burlesque upon the Great Frost
May 16, 2005, 19:10
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Burlesque upon the Great Frost
Two towns, that long that war had raged
Being at football now engaged
For honour, as both sides pretend,
Left the brave trial to be ended
Till the next thaw for they were frozen
On either part at least a dozen,
With a good handsome space between 'em
Like Rollerich stones, if you've seen 'em
And could no more run, kick, or trip ye
Than I can quaff off Aganippe.
Charles Cotton (1630-1687)
(Any resemblance to recent club 'acquisitions' purely coincidental :-)
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PeterH
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Re: Megalithic Poems
May 20, 2005, 22:15
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Too long to type but here it is - http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/kipling/story_of_ung.html
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 10:52
Anon: Under the Stars
Jun 23, 2005, 20:50
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And on a slightly more seasonal note...
Under the stars
A good night under the stars at Avebury there on Monday night.
Old friends met and a big ground sheet shared between seven.
A whisper here and there.
A wisdom well-spoken.
A warm hand reaching out to cold fingers
lost until then in a barren dream now gone away.
A clear and brimming glass of flame-thrown champagne.
A lost scotch in the dew-drenched grass of an expectant morning.
Shooting stars with signs instead of the reticent tinkling of silent ice.
And then early partings
chilled, fulfilled, quiet and sleep-surrounded.
Dew-drenched happiness wished to loved ones for another year.
Dreams meanwhile to tickle one's mind-edges and stretch one's fingertips.
Until a colder, quieter sun sifts itself amongst our ancient stones.
Anon
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Hob
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 10:53
Stan Beckensall
Jun 27, 2005, 13:00
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Scroll down about one screensworth, where there's a nice poem about Cairns, by Stan Beckensall.
http://www.sanhs.org/Newsletters.htm#RockArt
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Littlestone
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Re: Megalithic Poems
Jun 27, 2005, 13:58
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Thanks Hob - good stuff, and duly added to stack. I'd post it here but there's a copyright mark on it so won't chance it.
If anyone's interested, Stan's poem follows his article entitled <b>Rock Art</b> which is also worth a read.
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Hob
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 10:53
Sir Walter Scott
Jul 09, 2005, 02:44
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If natural features be megalithically significant, then the Kielder stone has a po-hum, in a Geordie accent ;)
Green vervain round it's base did creep,
A powerful seed that bore;
And oft of yore it's channels deep
Were stained with human gore
And still, when blood-drops, clotted thin,
Hang the green moss upon,
The spirit murmurs from within,
And shakes the rocking stone.
I think It's by Walter Scott, part of the Border Ballads, but I could be wrong.
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Hob
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Edited Oct 09, 2006, 10:53
Sir Walter Scott: The Cowt's Grave
Jul 09, 2005, 02:53
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Another from Northumbria. This is 'The Cowt's Grave' from Walter Scott's Border Ballads, and possibly refers to the remains of a lost four poster circle by the Deadwater burn. No-one's ever found it though.
this is the bonny brae, the green,
yet sacred to he brave,
where still, of ancient size, is seen
gigantic kielder's grave
the lonely shepherd loves to mark
the daisy springing fair,
where weeps the birch of silver bark,
with long dishevelled hair.
The grave is green, and round is spread
The curling lad- fern;
That fatal day the mould was red,
No moss was on the cairn.
Where weeps the birch with branches green,
Without the holy ground,
Between two ancient stones is seen
The warriors ridgey mound.
And the hunters bold of kielders train,
Within you castle's wall,
In a deadly sleep ust aye remain
Till the ruin'd towers down fall.
Each in his hunters garb array'd,
Each holds his bugle horn;
Their keen hounds at their feet are laid,
That ne'er shall wake the morn.
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