Tag Archives: stone circles

We have captured the stones

July 1, 2017archeology, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryarcheology, Life, Long Barrow, poem, poetry, prehistory, Stone age, stone circles, StonehengeThe Cheesesellers Wife

We have captured the stones in their circles
First with maps and sketches
Now with our many photographs
They would otherwise move
Dance in the moonlight
Shuffle away to the devils lair
Creep up on a King or a witch

We have opened the barrows to sunlight
Pinned them to history by interpretive notices
Collected the bones within
Lurking on ridges, smothered with grass
Besieged by fields and fences
Children explore and play in the chambers
Where once ancestors dreamed

Do the stones protest at their confinement?
Do barrow wights still lurk after dark?
Have we chased away the Gods-smith?
Do we care?

Chalklands

April 29, 2017archeology, history, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Scienceburial, Chalk, Downs, England, flint, geology, hill fort, history, Life, Long Barrow, neanderthal, Neolithic, poem, poetry, prehistory, Stone age, stone circlesThe Cheesesellers Wife

Chalklands

Chalk undulates across Southern England
Hills, gentle yet steep
Can be overtopped by clay peppered with flints
So treasured by the old folk

As old as the hills is true here
The chalk is a two hundred million year ocean
Stiffened and folded over time
By our living planet

Several human species
Have hunted in these valleys
Have dug into and sculpted these hills
Have left their ghosts for us to trace

The ancient monuments we treasure
Hill forts, stone circles, long barrows
Are but modern remnants
Compared to the first folk

My hills have deep roots

Avebury Stone

April 24, 2017archeology, art, astronomy, beauty, Painting, watercolourancient, archeology, art, Avebury, beauty, history, Painting, sketch, Stone age, stone circles, Stonehenge, watercolourThe Cheesesellers Wife

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.

Circles

November 19, 2016archeology, children, history, Life, nature, poem, Poetryarcheology, Avebury, England, history, Life, nature, poem, prehistory, Stone age, stone circles, StonehengeThe Cheesesellers Wife

Circles

Dance a long dance at dawning
Dance a slow dance at end of day
Sing loudly together in the morning
Shout our names to the Sun as she goes away

These islands are littered with circles
Stone, earthen, timber , large and small
Little stones hidden in moorland heather
Megalith giants standing tall

We are the people of the circles
We are the people of the dawn
You will never understand us
Your link to your ancestors is torn

Dance a long dance at dawning
Dance a slow dance at end of day
Sing loudly together in the morning
Shout our names to the Sun as she goes away