Eyes closed in slumber
The long slow life of stone waits
Eye to eye, eyes opening
My soul is bared before them.
The photo for this week’s prompt was taken beneath Robin Hood’s Stride in Derbyshire, a is a mysterious outcrop of rocks that seem out of place in the rolling hills and fields. Stuart and I have visited these stones on a number of occasions and this landscape formed part of our Riddles of the Night workshop last December. Just across a track that has been there since time out of mind is another outcrop, an ancient settlement site with some very strange features, including a hermit’s cave. And, as if that wasn’t enough, the two outcrops form an astronomically aligned triangle with a stone circle. The workshop took in several other enigmatic landscapes and opened a whole can of worms…
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