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Premium Member Going Wild About Clare


     Where hills lay barren, and bedrock’s stripped bare
              let me take you away to county Clare 
     Huge cliffs climb sheer, dwarfing waves underneath 
             atop the Burren my heart skips a beat 

            With nothing to see, apart from the view
       all makes perfect sense, rain comes right on cue
                 And whatever I feel, it’s in the air 
                 desolation yes, but without a care 

     Where fields seed pebbles, and pastures reap stones 
         through Clare’s vast rawness, I trek on my own 
             A whitewashed lighthouse, beckons away
           scouring heavy seas, beneath clouds of grey 

                 Gulls are crying, as they happily do
                rising and falling, going nowhere too 
            Still makes me wonder, where I’d rather be 
               than here by Clare’s dolmens in reverie

                  Later I take in, what nature left out 
                 my pipe, tobacco, and bottle of stout 


Hms

Standing Stones

They reach away from our reality
as if we are a momentary blur.
Here by the ice-gnawed stones,
my mind is a broken-jaw,
bones rattle in fissures of time.

Menhir, dolmens and megaliths,
under the blunt teeth of ageless winds
the stones raise their wilderness questions
while the ancient moors and heaths
crack open new earth from old dust. 

Sheep graze around these planted rocks,
but none enter its grassless circle.
If I were a sheepdog
I would bark at all these 
stone wraiths also.

Premium Member Blessed Outcomes

Decades of mystic dreamers have worn the path
trod across the leys, coupling pairs within Stonehenge.
Beneath the Wiltshire skies cornflower blue; they lust,
lotus-eaters, loose-limbed, seeking a blessed outcome.
With longing strides-- they reach, climbing earthen berms 
to add their lovers song to move with the cycles.
Some take the blessed day, others wait the pearly moon.
See her so fairy fair dressed in naught but moonlight?
Watch his black-haired beast rise once encircled by her arms.
Back pressed against the dolmens, her heels wreath his waist 
as virgin blood runs red like the holly berries
to feed the holy earth, she'll bear his child; she trusts.


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