Friday, 19 June 2009

Stonehenge




Rookery Tree (on the road near Stonehenge)

Around the stones
The rhythm runs
And in the west
The dipping sun
Sears the sky
A bloody hue
As the rook sings
For you

High tree, branch and wind
Feathers ruffle, song begins
Silver seals the soul from guilt
Moonlight gilds the restless flint
In his eyes unwinds the night
So the rook sings

Harsh song
From claw and bone
Calling all those winged home
Chatter, hop and quarrel join
His gregarious chorus line
Harsh song
From claw and bone
He calls you home

Around the stones
The rhythm runs
And in the west
The dipping sun
Sears the sky
A bloody hue
As the rook sings
For you

Feathers ruffle, song begins
So the rook sings

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