Wide track striped white across high grass
draped in silence, excepting faint bird calls.
Wedged between high ground and rolling plain,
edged and encrusted with time’s memorials,
entrances to unremembered dead amid pasture land
and we walkers.
The old earthworks cannot speak,
but they glow in my mind, calling.
If space and time are multidimensional,
could we not walk another way round
sidle through and back.
Meet the neighbours.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
One of my interests (my sons may term it an obsession) is prehistory – which was born from childhood visits to ancient sites in or near the Vale of Pewsey in Wiltshire. Not so far from the end of the Vale is Avebury stone circle, arguably more spectacular than Stonehenge. Here is a sketch of one particular stone in the Avebury circle, and a rather colourful watercolour interpretation.
I’m very pleased to have a poem in the latest issue of the excellent “Three Drops from a Cauldron”. My poem was inspired by a hut circle above a tiny valley on Exmoor.
Welcome to Issue 11, the first one of 2017, and the changeover issue to our now-monthly, new-format web journal.
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Thank you Leonard, for your poem, as it made this one appear for me……
To walk among ruins
To walk among ruins is to realise the fragility of life
To connect with those who came before
To observe commonalities
To puzzle at differences
To marvel at ingenuity
To hear their voices echoed in stones that have stood for thousands of years
Inevitably, to misunderstand the message
Copyright © 2016 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Picture: By Hamelin de Guettelet – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3787771
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