It was a day to pay respects to the really ancient ancestors yesterday. Orkney is somewhere I could happily spend a week. But we have two days. Poetry practice this morning… I ❤️ rock. Especially the megalithic kind. We don’t know pre-historic motivation. So dream….
Making Megaliths
Stones
Stand you up against that tall one
In firelight’s shadow
Lift your leg over
Stones
Grab tight, woman!
Squat and push
A world into the old wife’s hands
Stones
Carry the ancestor’s
whitened bones
Tuck them up tight
Let in the midwinter light
To rebirth us
Copyright 2019 Bee Smith
