Council of the Stones #2

[Pendragon]

Council of the Stones #2

The snow is falling down like powdered bones,
Yet I’ve made my pilgrimage here across the snow.
There’s something mystical about this Circle of Stones—

They seem to huddle together and converse in undertones—
As if their appearance here were something noveau.
The snow is falling down like powdered bones,

The wind sweeping it upwards into icy cyclones;
But I lean towards the monoliths and wish I spoke their lingo.
There’s something mystical about this Circle of Stones—

Especially at night, when the cold wind moans,
And repeats what they say in chilling echoes.
The snow is falling down like powdered bones,

To lie glistening around those erect, and over those that lie prone.
(That one and its white blanket make a rather charming tableau!)
There’s something mystical about this Circle of Stones—

Something ethereal, otherworldly; that nothing else owns—
Something that I pray I will never outgrow.
The snow is falling down like powdered bones,
There’s something mystical about this Circle of Stones…

D. L. Harris
© 4/4/98

[firefangled]

Wow, Pen. Did I miss #1. A very powerful poem. Stonehenge I presume?

[Pendragon]

Wow, Pen. Did I miss #1. A very powerful poem. Stonehenge I presume?No, I probably didn't post #1. The Council is a natural rock formation along the AT not too far from here. I used to go there a lot and stand or sit in the circle. There's even an altar-stone. They lean toward each other and when the wind comes up over the ridge, it sounds like whispering. I think they re-routed the trial (thety do that often to keep down on erosion), but I can still find them.

;)

[ampoule]

Powdered bones falling like snow, so wonderfully eerie. I like every bit of this.

[Pensive]

Beautifully written, Pen!