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Knockawaddra
Jun 25, 2008, 13:04
Best wishes for the megameet! Just for mood, here's one about the Winter Solstice and fear of mortality. Lovely. Three cheers and we're off...

Dusk. The brush of a hare, in flight, flicks the long grass
in a gust of fast-fading foot beats. Time’s curtain parts
and on the hill bulls roar through bronze trumpets and rattles
click, fertile in the writhing flames - dancing thorn-shadow.
What masque is this? Abandon. Whitened faces and rough
breathing blow a swirling cloud to obscure it again.
Saturnalia. A turning word on the wind.

Storms leave a fossil in a pliable mind
and slick, stiff, five fingers grope, grey in the mist.
A terrible Titan lurks under the hand.
Inhumed on the hillside, he feels my flesh drawing close
and hungry horns oscillate the land.


Often megaliths look like a tip to the whole that the ground has covered over and five stone circles can then look like fingertips reaching out. Stay clear of the fog at Avebury!

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