Littlestone
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 16, 2007, 19:45
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It has to be given a wider airing.
'tis done at http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/ Thanks slumpy (and Nigel for previous :-)
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slumpystones
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 16, 2007, 20:15
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There's a few more...
Stanton Drew-Vegas weddings
Slaughter Stone fake beheadings
And souvenir shops full of bones
And the rich men in hearses
Can park near the Cursus
And bury their dead at the stones
So it's Wessex-orama
A crisis, no drama
A Wonderworld built on the plain
Where the visitors enter
The visitors' centre
And see everything from a train
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Littlestone
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 16, 2007, 20:40
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Chuckle - will add it later.
Meanwhile, have substitute the Little Boy atomic bomb pic with something even worse - English Heritage's Silbury Hill 'Conservation' Project ;-)
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slumpystones
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 16, 2007, 21:11
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Littlestone wrote: Chuckle - will add it later.
Meanwhile, have substitute the Little Boy atomic bomb pic with something even worse - English Heritage's Silbury Hill 'Conservation' Project ;-)
It's so sad, even writing it down in a jokey way, laughing but with a tear in the eye at the same time. A typically British way I believe, that "Oh well, ya gotta larf, aintcha?" attitude that probably grew from WW2 and rationing, that has left the majority of the population apathetic, or at best resigned to their fate, and exploited by politicians ever since...
And I forgot the tyres!!
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Littlestone
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 17, 2007, 05:00
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And I forgot the tyres!!
Well if you can get them in (into your poem that is not into Atkinson's tunnel ;-) I'll do the rest on the Meg Poems blog.
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slumpystones
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 17, 2007, 06:35
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No, I think the tyres should stay out, just a surprise that I didn't think to slip them in.
Atkinson's team were resentful and bitter
But you can't get quicker than Kwik Fit Fitter ;)
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moss
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Re: Meganaffic poems
Jun 17, 2007, 07:31
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After that long epic dirge SS ;) what we should do is print it out and distribute to the tourists as they arrive at both Stonehenge and Avebury... someone ANTI should buy the antique shop up in Avebury and start a rearguard action......
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moss
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The Broken Circle by O.H.Holmes - 1887
Jun 22, 2007, 14:16
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Found this whilst looking for something else, an appropriately named poem......
I STOOD On Sarum's treeless plain,
The waste that careless Nature owns;
Lone tenants of her bleak domain,
Loomed huge and gray the Druid stones.
Upheaved in many a billowy mound
The sea-like, naked turf arose,
Where wandering flocks went nibbling round
The mingled graves of friends and foes.
The Briton, Roman, Saxon, Dane,
This windy desert roamed in turn;
Unmoved these mighty blocks remain
Whose story none that lives may learn.
Erect, half buried, slant or prone,
These awful listeners, blind and dumb,
Hear the strange tongues of tribes unknown,
As wave on wave they go and come.
"Who are you, giants, whence and why?"
I stand and ask in blank amaze;
My soul accepts their mute reply
"A mystery, as are you that gaze.
"A silent Orpheus wrought the charm
From riven rocks their spoils to bring;
A nameless Titan lent his arm
To range us in our magic ring.
"But Time with still and stealthy stride,
That climbs and treads and levels all,
That bids the loosening keystone slide,
And topples down the crumbling wall,--
"Time, that unbuilds the quarried past,
Leans on these wrecks that press the sod;
They slant, they stoop, they fall at last,
And strew the turf their priests have trod.
"No more our altar's wreath of smoke
Floats up with morning's fragrant dew;
The fires are dead, the ring is broke,
Where stood the many stand the few."
My thoughts had wandered far away,
Borne off on Memory's outspread wing,
To where in deepening twilight lay
The wrecks of friendship's broken ring.
Ah me! of all our goodly train
How few will find our banquet hall!
Yet why with coward lips complain
That this must lean, and that must fall?
Cold is the Druid's altar-stone,
Its vanished flame no more returns;
But ours no chilling damp has known,--
Unchanged, unchanging, still it burns.
So let our broken circle stand
A wreck, a remnant, yet the same,
While one last, loving, faithful hand
Still lives to feed its altar-flame!
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Littlestone
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Re: The Broken Circle by O.H.Holmes - 1887
Jun 25, 2007, 21:02
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Thanks moss - nice one, and duly added to stack.
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Littlestone
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Thomas Hardy: The Shadow on the Stone
Jun 27, 2007, 21:40
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I went by the Druid stone
That broods in the garden white and lone,
And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows
That at some moments fall thereon
From the tree hard by with a rhythmic swing,
And they shaped in my imagining
To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders
Threw there when she was gardening.
I thought her behind my back,
Yea, her I long had learned to lack,
And I said: ‘I am sure you are standing behind me,
Though how do you get into this old track?’
And there was no sound but the fall of a leaf
As a sad response; and to keep down grief
I would not turn my head to discover
That there was nothing in my belief.
Yet I wanted to look and see
That nobody stood at the back of me;
But I thought once more: ‘Nay, I’ll not unvision
A shape which, somehow, there may be.’
So I went on softly from the glade,
And left her behind me throwing her shade,
As she were indeed an apparition—
My head unturned lest my dream should fade.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
Thanks to Gerald Ponting for sending in this one. Gerald goes on to say, "I was at Max Gate recently, the house on the outskirts of Dorchester where Hardy lived much of his later life. There are two sarsens which Hardy had set up in the garden, not in original situ, but geophys studies when the nearby by-pass was created suggested that they had been part of a 'Neolithic enclosure'.
"The poem is on the web at http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=178481 it's basically him imagining a shadow of his late wife."
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