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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Ah, the Salisbury Plains. Wonderful part of the world, almost as fine as your verse.
Haha, thanks. I’ve never been there – just made up some magic for it!
Well, you did well then.
So, *that’s* the reason for Stonehenge.
Maybe. I just made things up and I like banshees/magic/stuff.
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.
Thank you. I think it’s cool that you’ve been to see stonehenge – I haven’t, and it looks like it’ll be a while before I could even try!
Yes, I wanted to go somewhere in the summer next year for our 25th anniversary. I hope it’ll be safe to travel by then!
Oh nice, I like the banshees
Me too! I’ve never seen stonehenge or any megaliths, but I do love me some magic screaming ladies.
That coment makes me think of Anglesey and the women who supported the Druids in defence of the Romans
This is a great poem, H. 👌
Thank you!