Bartlow Mounds
Touching the sky
Jewelled day echoing softly...
Well I have been looking through Paul's Megalithic Poems blog, and found the above. I wrote that, said my mind. I have never written anything in a poetic way but I was so happy that day in the cool surround of the trees by the large burial mounds. Paul puts it down to Anon, a person we all seem to come to in our blogs;) but who exists in many forms, as does Lob below.
Anyway, I also came across this poem by Edward Thomas called 'Lob. Very long. I think this is my favourite poem, a keepsake forever. It is long and yet it gathers, like moss, the very essence of which was once rural England. It is written in the time before WW1, about our tranquil countryside of villages I knew so very well. It takes folklore in its stride. For more information read this excellent essay and it has made me realise that I need to find a biography of Edward Thomas.
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