Longbarrow

Squat burial mound

built up stone by stone

over the centuries

by generations

taught to venerate

the ancient bones

laid there to rest.

 

Wind combs through the wheat

and purple-headed thistles

dance to attention.

The landscape remembers

in every hummock and hole

even if we do not

and

the voice of the ancient people

reverberates through empty chambers

only

inhabited now by shifting shadows

and nesting birds.

 

Another poem inspired by Avebury.

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