moss wrote: "Pentre Ifan is a pictogram from the alphabet of stone. I read its silhouette as the very word for cromlech. Carn Meini is formed from igneous granite, as old and as hard as any rock on the planet, an outburst of molten dolerite and rhyolite from the Earth’s mantle."
Ah... the Dolerite connection.
Dolerite, porphyry, gabbro fired
At the earth's young heart: how those men
Handled them. Set on back-breaking
Geometry, the symmetries of solstice,
What they awaited we, too, still wait.
The first poem in this too long-lasting thread... but... still my favourite :-)
Though not strictly megalithic it reminded me of the herepath in Avebury that runs down from the Ridgeway (Green Street). That path (the herepath) must surely predate both the Anglo-Saxons and the Romans.
Herepath
Wide as ten men abreast
The old military road
Cuts between farms
Dips down to the river
Rises up over the moor
Rabbits lollop along it
Lambs bleat in fields beside it
Rosebay glows at sunset
Where were the wars that you marched to?
What were the victories that you won?
Here on the old Herepath
The road truly goes ever on
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond. The Cheesesellers wife.
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