Upturned pudding dish,
you sit dominating the landscape,
the grass that covers you is sun-scorched
like burnished gold, or
lit with Apollo’s match.
Neolithic place of magic,
you are mysterious now
to those who walk around your sacred circle.
From the top
you see the
vast, ancient trackway
with eyes sharp as the hawk pursuing prey
you gaze out at the land beneath you.
Single breast of the earth goddess
or place of pilgrimage
you have witnessed 5,000 years
of life and death
and still you stand
bearing witness to human
Written and inspired by a visit to Avebury and the fascinating history of the place.