Upon the plains of Albion stand,
gigantic stones of wond'rous 'file,
A thought perchance as to whose hand,
did craft these blocks and in such style.
To stand alone and all forlorn,
amongst the ever growing grass,
a constant weather has such worn,
the many years they have seen pass.
Yet still they stand and proud'st mock,
the natural contours of the hill,
with jagged edge of hardest rock,
amongst the softened landscape still.
Many years they have remained,
with nothing to cause them an end,
over this Albion forever to reign,
the whispering wind it's constant friend.
Author notes
Based on a visit to Stonehenge.
Written March 21st, 2006
A contest entry
- Winner takes all!!!!! 1100 points!!!! by sad-but-true.
1100 points, ended March 23, 2006, 30 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
-
Great opening stanza which most Brits would link straightaway with Stonehenge - not so sure about our American friends 'getting' it. Maybe the title should be Stonehenge.
Style antique and Shelley based 'Ozymandias'?
Smooth flow and unforced rhyme (deserves more stanza's)
Like this - good write
-
This was a very unique way of seeing the stonehenge. You made them appear even before I knew for sure that was what you were writting about. You did a wonderful job at implementing the visual on this. I liked this one. I am asking that you please give me a day to read and comment on all the entries and I will give my final judgment tomorrow. Thank you for entering. ~val~
-
I really enjoyed this poem it was filled with emotion and although I am not interested in stonehenge I was interested in your writing. I know someone who loves stonehenge very much and he is often going up there, but I am not into the druid lifestyle. A great poem.
Adding your comment:
1 old applause
