Stonehenge

Stonehenge
by Michael R. Burch

Here where the wind imbues life within stone,
    I once stood
and watched as the tempest made monuments groan
    as if blood
boiled within them.

Here where the Druids stood charting the stars
    I can tell
they longed for the heavens ... perhaps because
    hell
boiled beneath them?

Keywords/Tags: Stonehenge, England, storm, wind, standing, stones, sarcens, bluestones, Druids, stars, star, charts, charting, blood, heaven, hell, wisdom
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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