Druid Stones Poem by Egal Bohen
Druid Stones
The stones stand
Like a circle of crones
Far out on the moor
Resembling witches
Short
Hunch backed
With cloaks down to the floor
As if a meeting
Once begun
Was frozen then in Time..
They stand there
Silent
In the mist
Locked
In some fantastic mime
Forbidding and mysterious
Is one that towers above
One wonders
What it represents
Power?
Law?
Not Love
No one knows
From whence they came
Nor, what they stand there for
But pray their meeting
Now adjourned
Remains so
Evermore
Hi Egal, I lived just down the road from an ancient monument called 'Stonehenge' in Wiltshire UK and once a year you can go and watch the sunrise over the stones. I did it once when I was young and carefree. The stones were massive and awesome, and in those days you could stand on them and even climb them etc., now they are surrounded by a fence keeping people out, which is such a shame as being next to them is so overwhelming. The Druids worship there on this one night in June. I love the ending of your poem about the adjourning bit. Sincerely Ernestine
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 6:26:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
GREAT POEM, i was thinking about writting poems like this.............