Stonehenge Poem by Marilyn Shepperson
Stonehenge
The priests enter through the stone arch
Into the circle, singing soft and low
The head of the order, approaches the altar
Before him is the first gleam of dawn
Between the last of the ones in robes
Stands the rope bound sacrifical victim, shaking
About to be slain on the blood stained stone
No point in begging mercy
For the life's that's about to be taken
All prayers have been said, the end is now nigh
Belief is in a god that demands human sacrifice
For this is Stonehenge on Salisbury Plain
And what is going on, happened long ago
But right now, it's Solstice and ahead, the sun is rising.
I've always been fascinated with Stonehenge, so love this very descriptive piece, Marilyn. Reminds me of something I remember from long ago...........Beautiful and haunting. Linda
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 7:34:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have made it seem so strange that a place of such beauty, with its first light of the rising sun could be such a place of blood sacrifice as well, the worship of a god that demands blood. Good work.