Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Stonehenge


STONEHENGE


Perambulating slow intent,
in anti-clockwise motions
bowed in prayer
of audio handsets keyed to sign
each ancient fact beneath a sweeping sky.
All zooming poses web the earth
to standing stones
in puddles spreading nets.
Where Salisbury planes the rise of jackdaws
and sunset flick of mare’s tail
fast downwind.
Gnats on the bite of time.


4 comments:

Doug said...

This is a beautifully put together page, and your poem is fascinating. Just thought you should know.

Keith Wallis said...

enjoyed the read. was at stonehenge last summer hence - http://wordsculptures-keith.blogspot.co.uk/2012/05/at-stones.html

MBMoshe said...

I like the imagery. The flick of the gnat is lovely. I've been to Stonehenge and your take on the spectical is amusing

rollingstones500albummarathon said...

Wow, I really like this one. Great embodiment of a moment.