Standing Stones
By maudsy
Thu, 14 Mar 2013
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Granite faced; ingrained; frozen;
Emotionally padlocked and unable to intervene, object,
Or cry
Observers, impassive witnesses to the
Slaughter within the round
At once, erect yet prone,
At once, the same, yet more
Than Castlerigg; unwitting innocents
Sculpted by primitive hands and
Minds; awestruck and terrified by
Celestial movement
Scapegoats of death and pestilence,
Tireless and tolerant
Of wind whipped spittle pitched their way; of
Atrocities proffered in zealous trepidation;
Ransoms, guileless and painful
Tendered by primeval souls
Today, here in Nirvana and
With each savage moment of inexorable evolution
We supersede them
Until finally the circle
Is supplanted
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It's pretty powerful for a
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It's pretty powerful for a first draft, Maudsy.
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I think this operates very
I think this operates very well on a variety of levels. A great inspiration these stone circles and from a poet's perspective pregnant with potential. You have tapped this potential with skill. I didn't see the first draft (if one was posted, or is this it?) Here we have wonderful metaphor and alegory taking us where we let them. Super poem.
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