Emerald grass beautifies the serene landscape
Gracing the countryside of Salisbury, England
This place is the host to an incredible
Arrangement of huge rectangular grayish stones
Most standing staunchly, others reclining…
forming shelves…or alters…
Erected many centuries before the birth of Christ
In a circular fashion focusing concentration
On the intentions of monumental purpose
By whom…for what spiritual progression?
a sacred place that seizes the mind
a portal of awareness
a meeting place with the powers of the universe
a place of ritual reverence
Knowing the constructed formation has many secrets
Countless travelers from around the world
Set their compass of attention to this destination
Being in its presence brings about a curious chill
The air has an eerie silence that echoes
What are you looking at… the naked stones ask
Nothing…anything…everything
Unadorned… guarding hypothesis
Scholars and the simple man
Ponder with plausible postulation
Brittle bones and worms lie beneath the blanket of moss
Inhabiting a cranial of mass of conjectural gray matter
5/5/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done Theresa, and speaking as one who lives only 20 miles or so from the stones you captured the enigma beautifully. Millions of visitors, millions of opinions, but that's the point I think, each one forms a personal connection to the place, or is it to the land through the magnified energy of the place? hmmmm......