Sat on a scarp of the cotswold hills
\nTo the north the stour valley
\nTo the south be the Swere
\nClose to the witches of Long Compton fame
\nThe whispering knights can be heard so I hear<\/p>\n
Oolithic limestone on a round barrow
\nA place of burial
\nWonderfully narrow
\nOf early construction so it be said
\nA bronze age monument housing the dead<\/p>\n
At Samhain the goosebumps are felt by the few
\nWalking the path the Bright Hill Wood through
\nImagining the hunter gatherer clan
\nIn reverent mood the sweet hills to scan
\nThe Kings men the Kings Stone
\nA form of lament
\nThough The wild souls that frequent this place seem
\nContent<\/p>\n
To work in the circle the moles everyday
\nWorking the earth in their own special way
\nThe weasels the voles too creatures of grace
\nObserving the beauty of this sacred space
\nHow many pagans have stopped off to pee
\nWith thoughts of what strange eyes
\nLook at them, they be
\nSat on the sod so many before
\nWho have heard the whispers
\nDeep down in their core<\/p>\n
Startled by breezes and possibly sighs
\nOf perhaps bolder spirits calmed by the skies
\nSat by a fire in a constant desire
\nWitches of Long Compton really prior
\nTo a coven of witches in the spiritual sphere
\nDrenched in light drenched in soul
\nEyes wet with tear<\/p>\n
A drop or two falling on a dusting of snow
\nWhere the larch and the pine and the sycamore grow
\nThe whispering knights their
\nhot breath doth rise
\nOver the hills and into the skies
\nChipping be sleeping
\nGreat Rollrights too
\nIn those woods there be colours
\nOf every hue.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sat on a scarp of the cotswold hills To the north the stour valley To the south be the Swere Close to the witches of Long Compton fame The whispering knights can be heard so I hear Oolithic limestone on … Continue reading