The Silent Stones speak loudly and long.
Neolithic voices entombed, permeate
Carn Menyn blue-spotted dolerite slabs
Hewn from Presili beds, glacial cold.
Conundrum covers this megalithic old
Muffled speech, stone-deaf ears disdain
Graven mystery defying Rosetta translation.
Ordered higgledy-piggledy on Salisbury Plain
Mystery surrounds the cycloidal frame.
Immutable solidarity, evident for all to see,
Propping; topping, leaning in close harmony.
Softly resounding instrumental murmuring breeze,
Stonehenge holds mayhem, mystery, and magic
Fused within Druidic lilting thaumaturge spells.
In creeping mists of coldest dawn
Coalescent, insignificant, appear the olden stones,
Erie light plays in-between when touched
Upon with moonlit beams, as if an alien
Visitation, perhaps a non-native landing station,
Maybe civilised beings, elders of time itself
Astral originators, architects themselves? Checking.
So many nut-shell hypothesises to weigh-up, evaluate
Everything pales into inconsequential rumination
When alone, motionless, epicentre at ground zero
The warming brilliance of a Summer Sun rising
Shines through an eye-stone, enriching, empowering,
A celestial solstice, magical beaming transcendence,
Kissing, blessing, anointing anew …. until next time.
Stonehenge holds unanswerable Mystery and Magic.
Bio:
Janet Stoyel is a Practicing Wordsmith. After a notable career in Textiles, Technology, Art and Design, Janet now focuses her attention upon Creative Writing wherein Dyslexia poses expected provocation! Janet writes for the pure appreciation, joy and challenge she encounters in daily language: in letters, words, sentences, she chooses, organises, weaves, knits and constructs, her written explorations into her own distinctive freeform vocabulary.
Janet Stoyel MBE, lives in a small Somerset Village in the UK …. a sleepy, rural area of Wetlands noted for the growing of Willow and the making of baskets – it is a great place to write!
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