Friday, 2 March 2007

Sacred Stones by Brian

Damp blanket in white tendrils
Covers quiet meadow
Heather crumples underfoot
Bleat of wool unseen
Slope of land pitches sharp
Gurgling moss slick
Rutted path spirals higher
Light fades away
Gentle wind tearing holes
Blackness revealed
Crown of stars at summit
Clash of steel
Dreams gone now forever.

Brian, Florida, USA


Crafty Green Poet said...

This reminds me of Callanais, the wonderful sacred stones in the Western Isles of Scotland. I wanted to post it before the snow all disappears....

Anonymous said...

Thanks for posting this Crafty. This poem was inspired by your recent posts about winter and spring in Scotland. I get these visions sometimes, and your words took me to this place.

ann said...

(((Brian))) you never fail to move me with your poetry; my vision took me to Dartmoor on a typical English summer's late afternoon, walking off a scone tea.

What an honour to get your work posted here... bravo my friend.

lotsa luv ann xxxxx

Crafty Green Poet said...

Brian, so lovely to send me this poem as inspired by my writings! It's a lovely piece.