Meditations On The Tor Of Ness Poem by mark littler
Meditations On The Tor Of Ness
rain waxing tor and barrow
hollow a great female vulva
thrush nesting
waits in fur and clitterings
waits as we turn to look back
a stone age rock and boundary
lines drawn as waves
circuit, cross to cross
this was a magical symbol
worn decayed
lichen cobbled weed strawed
henge fallen lith lays as an Arthurian queen
a ring of folded jackdaws her maidens
thing thrown out of story
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