TWO STANDING STONE POEMS

                 Mysterious Menhirs

Oh stones that stand 

when bones of man have come and gone,

what tales you house in your big dark forms,

that as we touch your solemn stuff of centuries past,

we feel an awe, your presence to enhance;

for like all grand illusions 'tis us who hold the pen;

as we too come and go again,

our fate, the actions, arts of men to wield,

there standing in that field forlorn,

like a ring of people, silent, meditating sages, 

your parliament to hold through all the ages,

a symbol, man or menhir, as megalithic dreams,

their worship measured, guided by the sun, the moon, the stars,

the ever present search for meaning in our lives,

these noble relics, now personified,

that stand and gaze for ever like the constancy of tides,

what mysteries you hide, we do not know,

and will we ever. No.

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              Alone with Ancient Stones

To meditate with megaliths alone, so wide the sky above,

so desolate a place, and yet when still we hear, 

we see the universe,

we know some sense of whole perceived a form,

becomes a form we can believe.

Out there the seas expanse goes on its daily dance,

in winds and drawn by time,

its tides and our great white goddess moon,

to touch these cold grey standing stones,

and feel the ages past, in the silence of one's solitude,

their firm shapes, their glints of silica reflecting sun,

their textures rough and smooth,

life's path well weathered worn,

is to be born anew with yet another view, one so magnificent,

omnipotent and grand, with which we now relate.

They do not dance, some fall about, they're still,

some prostrate in the grass, those quiet mysterious lumps of stone,

now placed in a great ring, the shape of planet earth,

the moon, the sun, the circle in its symbol of a whole,

revolving and revolving with the seasons as they come,

they seem to dance a slow majestic waltz each day,

at night reflecting stars, giant shadows of the night,

alive again they tell us of their fate, 

as passing plants and animals, and finally of man;

their feet deep in the sand.