STONEHENGE POEM 1

A new leaf is turned. These are photos from my trip to Stonehenge, very close to Salisbury itself.

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"I keep turning over new leaves, and spoiling them, as I used to spoil my copybooks; and I make so many beginnings there never will be an end." Louisa May Alcott

The Broken Bowl

A promise made in times of old,

Only evidenced by a broken bowl,

An ancient pact between two kin,

Broken by the original sin.

Rendered apart the two collided,

Agreement not possible as twained,

Between the unmet came avarice,

His twin greed melding their bliss.

The times were hard and gruesome,

The simple task grew wearisome,

The group became a place of solitude,

No gentle touch or word of gratitude.

All of this due to womanhood,

A pact of blood hewn to the floor,

Tore apart the ancient lore so firm,

That we were left only to burn.

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.” Epicurus