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Vignette - at Callanish

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I came at last up to the place of stone,
Just at the very turning of the year,
And stood amongst the megaliths alone
To face the raging sunset – and my fear.

I poured, upon the altar, blood and wine
- A feeble sacrifice to unknown things –
I burned her pretty likeness, then burned mine,
And listened for the beat of heavy wings.

I heard the gale, I heard a kestrel cry,
I saw the bulrush flattened by the wind.
I watched the sun’s last flicker in the sky,
And bowed my head. I knew that I had sinned.

For there, at Callanish, I learned at last
My days of mortal happiness had passed.


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Written June 14th, 2006

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  • Mairi bheag gold member
    June 16, 2006
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    I have yet to see you speechless. I hope I never do.

  • LAPoe silver member
    June 16, 2006
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    Don't we all prostrate oursevles upon mortal stones everyday
    and pray and pay for the sins we live with. I know I do..
    that's why I have so many bruises....So watch me now, as I bow
    down upon the alter of your genius, while absorbing this poem... Oww. Oww. Oww.
    that's me, bowing...You've done another one that's almost
    left me speecless.... lapoe...

  • Mairi bheag gold member
    June 15, 2006
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    Thanks Merc.
  • Crystal Chanda Lear
    June 15, 2006
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    excellent

    A haunting and solemn sonnet, and another very well-crafted and incantatory poem. Excellent!

    Mercury Rising

  • Mairi bheag gold member
    June 15, 2006
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    Very glad you liked it, Michael.
  • Eusebius
    June 15, 2006
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    Oh, quite excellent, quite excellent, indeed! Loved it!

  • Mairi bheag gold member
    June 15, 2006
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    {nods at her shiny sister's words - can find no reply}

  • Mairi bheag gold member
    June 15, 2006
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    A sin burned is a sin doubled, as the saying goes, Melodies.

  • Toni A Christman
    June 14, 2006
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    Ah, yes! It's the old making deals with the Gods therapy. Lord knows, I've tried to make plenty of those deals in my lifetime! In fact, I've done it so much that I was right in tune with you from the very beginning of this great work. If it can be said that this kind of sadness makes for a beautiful poem, it is beautiful because you wrote it. Shiny Sister

  • Melodies silver member
    June 14, 2006
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    The sin you burn is shared by all
    for sharing sin is what we do
    and in that sharing we learn best
    that compassion is life's holy test.
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