With spine to earth, She watches as eternities pass by
Marked by the dreams of seekers sleeping ‘neath a starry sky
Held deep within the womb of She whose body forms the ring,
Warm flesh melds with cold stone to learn what visions night may bring.
Upon the mound and deep within the Old Ones shape the night
And guide the questing steps of those who bear the gift of Sight,
With eons marked in ancient stone, the seasons take no heed
Of painted bones whose guardians protect the portal’s need
From seekers old and new whose feet still walk upon the green
To wonder at the face of time and learn what it may mean.
Beck ‘n’ Call
About the Book
Ben, fast becoming a folk hero after the apparent theft of a standing stone, now languishes in Bakewell Gaol. Don and Wen, suspected of being…
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