Littlestone
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Re: The Way Stones
Sep 18, 2008, 08:44
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gjrk wrote: I passed here often when young, tired and bored
after another long day at the strand
and never looked past the gate, or did and
saw only cattle rubbing against a post.
It would be thirty years before I knew
of the cobwebs spun in the morning dew.
Very nice Mr g.
You probably have a particular stone in mind but when I read your poem I couldn't help thinking of the London Stone. There are some really excellent posts on the London Stone here - http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/635/london_stone.html And this one, in the context of Meg Poems, which was posted by fitzcoraldo on TMA more than four years ago -
gjrk wrote: A short excerpt from William Blake's Jerusalem: The Emanation of the Giant Albion.
"They groan'd aloud on London Stone
They groan'd aloud on Tyburn's Brook
Albion gave his deadly groan,
And all the Atlantic mountains shook."
The accompanying notes say the following;
"The ancient stone in the east central part of London and the site of public execution in the western part form a London Stonehenge, a place of druidical sacrifice where Albion is tortured."
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gjrk
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Edited Apr 08, 2009, 02:17
Re: The Way Stones
Sep 18, 2008, 12:14
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Thank you LS. It's about a site that I’ve often written about before, so I didn't mention the name - people might notice that I’m stalking it! It’s on a height half-way between the coast at Rosscarbery and the plain that now contains Dunmanway (Fort of the Middle Plain/ Dún Meán Mhaigh… sorry about the Irish spelling, could be wrong on the third word), off a road that I travelled frequently, as a child, on the way back from the beach. Of course, I never noticed it or probably wouldn’t have known what it was if I did.
I meant it to be fairly universal - what you look at and don't see or what you don't look at at all and what it originally was, how important it was to whoever put it there, how beautiful it would have been (if that's not too dramatic) and how your own perspective on it may change.
It was useful to be able to contrast my original experience of it in the evening - its evening as well, as it were - with the way it would look in the dewy morning (and its morning). Then the fact that I had to age to see it - an opposing movement. The cobwebs are both beautiful and binding. I don't know if that explains it very well.
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Littlestone
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William Watson: The stones of Stanton Drew
Sep 23, 2008, 12:48
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All sunlit was the earth I trod,
The heavens were frankest blue;
But secret as the thoughts of God
The stones of Stanton Drew.
Sir William Watson (1858-1935)
First posted by baza here - http://www.themodernantiquarian.com/site/8035/weddings_at_stanton_drew.html#images
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Littlestone
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Edited Sep 24, 2008, 21:40
Persephone Vandegrift: West Kennet Long Barrow
Sep 24, 2008, 21:14
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“Because of them we are buried. Not spiteful, no.
For the rise of this hill ensures that our souls
will live forever in the light of the stars.”
Watch the young boy rise
from the fields surrounding
He is almost
a silhouette in the cornflower sky
Feel his heart pounding
along the path to the barrow
His courage
barely clings to his heels
See him pressing his bare chest
up against the cold stone
He looks
like he is trying to lift it
Listen to the voices of the dead
whispering their prophecies to him
He knows the secrets
locked inside their bleached bones
Hear the village singing
as the young boy returns to them a man
He is ready now
to lead them into a new world
© Copyright Persephone Vandegrift 2008
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nigelswift
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Robert Lima : Menhir
Sep 25, 2008, 09:29
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http://complit.la.psu.edu/faculty/lima/!menhir.htm
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Littlestone
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Edited Sep 25, 2008, 20:07
Persephone Vandegrift: East Kennet Long Barrow
Sep 25, 2008, 19:27
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Love me,
will you,
drape your arms around my chest.
Keep me warm
while I sleep,
dreaming of my children to the West.
Do not carve me out
with a desperate hand
or avaricious eye.
But if you must,
keep your voices down
so I can hear that their hearts are still beating.
© Copyright Persephone Vandegrift 2008
See also the North Stoke entry on East Kennet Long Barrow here - http://www.northstoke.blogspot.com/
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Littlestone
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Alex Langstone: Castlerigg
Sep 26, 2008, 08:08
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Written Within View of Castlerigg Stone Circle
I cannot believe
That in this fateful hour
The infinite beauty
that shall caress mine eyes
Behold!
I cannot believe, that the
Glorious fanfare of strange
Stark contrasts that my gaze
Is upon, so lifts me that
I become overwhelmed by passions
That I have never known.
I cannot believe that
The form of beauty
That the scene foretells
Can (alone) create such an impression
Upon my mind
That primeval memories stir
From depths uncharted territory.
So I am fired up by the glory of
The Holy Spirit
In Her pantheistic ways
Upon these eternal hills of mine.
I cannot believe that
Such variety of colour
And texture can engulf the
Ageless pattern strewn formations
Of fell side and mystic ring
And I cannot believe that Deity
Has not a hand in all of this and more
For surely all life's creation
Emanates from She who is
Sacred Earth's
Goddess Divine.
Alex Langstone
See also Alex's Spirit of Albion website here - http://www.alexlangstone.blogspot.com/
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Littlestone
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Edited Oct 01, 2008, 20:50
Re: Alex Langstone: Castlerigg
Oct 01, 2008, 11:20
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Lovely photo to accompany Alex's poem here if anyone's interested -http://megalithicpoems.blogspot.com/
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nigelswift
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Kathleen "Gwenno" Jones: Lyrics to a song "Stones"
Oct 02, 2008, 12:40
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Stones is a song about Stonehenge (I think), composed by David "Iolo" Watson for ORIGIN, inc.'s Ultima computergame series. His wife Kathleen "Gwenno" Jones wrote the lyrics.
Scroll down here http://www.joxter.net
There's also a rather nice audio version here http://www.joxter.net/stones/bradvenable.mp3
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Littlestone
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Re: Kathleen "Gwenno" Jones: Lyrics to a song "Stones"
Oct 02, 2008, 14:50
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nigelswift wrote:
Thanks Nigel - can't get that link to work though. Will try'n suss it out later.
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