The Standing Stones

 

He chased her through
the standing stones,
to catch, seize her
smile and laughter.
He crashed into
megalith‘s bones
to a place of
grass and heather.
Now he’s lost to
a world unknown
unable to tear
at the aether.
She laughs anew,
his pitied groan
feeding banshee’s
lustful anger.

This poem was written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt, Megalith. Because I didn’t know the word before looking it up, I thought I’d clarify that a megalith is a stone structure like stonehenge. Pretty neat!

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13 thoughts on “The Standing Stones

  1. Miriam Hurdle says:

    We’ve been to Stonehenge years ago. It was fenced off so we couldn’t get close. My husband lived in England when he was 10-12. He said he could get close because it was not fenced in. I liked your poem, HRR. Very well written.

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