what some may call...
By JupiterMoon
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what some may call…
hill swept, i pass the gate
after a time-worn ascension
as wind bends the ring of beeches
i can see for miles,
millennia even
peopled memories
peep nervous between trunks
and i see them,
and i don’t see them
those,
from long before
they lie low
in chambered sleep,
limestone lids
cut with rings
and curious finger holes
the landscape scarred
and altered,
in the almost 5000 years
since the tombs were hushed
winter sun cuts the beech,
a rising gale
leans into a howling parting
as i leave, charged
by the wily presence
of what some
may call ghosts
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This evokes for me an ancient
This evokes for me an ancient landscape, where time and history entwine; a powerful poem - a good one.
Dougie Moody
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i can see for miles,
i can see for miles,
millennia even
you took me right there Jupiter - thank you! (I've had a similar experience too)
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I did write about it, but not
I did write about it, but not as a poem, and I'm not sure it was posted anywhere. I think it was the only time I've ever seen any kind of ghost. That kind of thing really stays with you!
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Congratulations Jupiter -
Congratulations Jupiter - what a brilliant pick. I hope it gets more reads now, which is really deserves
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This is wonderful, you've
This is wonderful, you've woven epic natural vistas together with thousands of years of human activity, describing, beautifully, what you see and what you imagine has been.
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