Friday, 14 August 2009


Bog grasses and lochans
Distant mountains where the woman sleeps
caressed by the moon low in the sky.

A circle of rocks dragged here
in response to a mystic power
we still feel today.

Distorted gravity.
A kink in the moon’s journey.

previously published in Moonstone

Callanais stone circle, Lewis, Western Isles.


Jasmine said...

Beautiful phrasing and semantics. I've been looking through your blog. I love the pictures of hares :)

d. moll, said...

Oh!, very nice, thank you.

poefusion said...

A publishing well deserved as this is beautifully written. A circle of rocks... perhaps Stonehenge? Well done. Have a great weekend.

Crafty Green Poet said...

Thanks Jasmine and D,Moll.

Michelle - the stone circle is Callanais stone circle, Lewis, click on the link to find out more....

Dave King said...

Speaking purely personally, your best yet - and I don't usually say things like that. I find it stunning. Later I will analyse it for my own satisfaction, but right now I am just going to enjoy it.

steven said...

hello juliet, my son was just visiting these circles three weeks ago. i've sent him your poem - it's so elegant!!! have a peaceful day. steven

Michael said...

I love all the folklore that grows up around these places... and poems.

Regina said...

Such a lovely visual poem, Juliet- and I agree with Jasmine- beautiful phrasing here- perfect, I would say.