Carn Goedog Poem by JJ Evendon

Carn Goedog



I am here all alone on a mountain in Presceli.
My audience -
a crop of grey stones and pink mountain heather,
are all that provide me with solitude and comfort.

It's sunny and peaceful,
the air crystal clear and as silent as the blue sky;
prompting conjecture
of the men who pried and prayed here long ago.

I have come in search of the famous bluestone -
spotted dolerite -
used by the ancients
for pillars of their great Gaiaan temple: Stonehenge.

Set around the mighty trilithons,
they form a harmonious ring
from which the power of Gaia could be drawn.

I sit contemplative,
the mountain scenery elicits thoughts.
A Silver-studded blue butterfly lands close by -
so close - I can almost touch it.
I lean forward, for it is quite small.
Wings slowly open, close, then open again -
absorbing sun's warm energy.
It searches for nectar.

I too am searching.
Not for nectar, but attunement.
I am overwhelmed by an intense feeling of euphoria;
Visions of another world, another time, flash in front of me.

Did Mother Earth just embrace my soul
or was it the wing beat of the Silver-studded blue?

Carn Goedog
Friday, August 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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