Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Stonehenge at Dusk

A contest absconded with three new poems of mine. A caveat warned not to publish them anywhere, not even in a blog. Instead, today's poem repeats one set in England, a delightful country to visit this time of year. Also, in honor of my "English" grandson's 21st birthday today.


Stonehenge at Dusk


Raven scores

alight for vespers, chatting

as they settle on lintels

draped across shoulders

of blue stone monoliths

dragged from faraway Wales.


Placed with an eye to sanctify

the sun - that wanderer

in bitter northern climes - 

the ancient boulders resonate

with evensong even now

a cantos across flaxen fields.



Marilyn Aschoff Mellor 

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