The Cromlech

The Cromlech Roots do not grow in monolith mono-light mono-life the flat stone of wisdom balances on light and darkness No moon without the sun the stars the little me in Universe frightened fortunate translucent transparent transitional opaque in contrasts contradiction’s complements of polar opposites Shadows sparkle brightly finding openings from the dark the black the void the awful vortex depressing tunnel vision prism’s shelter shining illuminations shade pride pre-judgement enlighten intuition embrace and cover cracks and crevices they join together Rainbows and rain-glows rain-blows’ flows do not patronise once they emerge who the patron wants to be born from the yew tree of at times annoying living in the village called home and the self The bark the oval berries leafs ramifications are not vicious or vindictive the energy and water systems nutrients therein are so amazing the change and growths broken branches withered sentiments sediments are what we make of them grim gruesome delightful and victorious if we so choose the path that shines in light and darkness blazing brightness in the tedious awful gloom yet sooty glitters' solemn soiree Life is but a temporary solar lunar inter-webbed ensemble a tree a monument museum’s nature’s pantograph perspective pre- and post-historic past and future present future-past a balancing of one on other you and I of stone of tree and fruit compost and new beginnings and every moment is a prelude grounded foreplay focal lens and blossom A Cromlech Dolmen celebration lightness juxtaposed nocturne and moon 24th July