Stone Thoughts by Jessica Macbeth

Stone Thoughts

The Way In
Shadows
cast by standing stones
in the midwinter sun
point the way
for a pilgrimage
into an ancient dark.
Underworld, other
world - only to be reached
through fleeting fractures,
through stone shadows
pointing to
a gap in time, an opening
of my mind.

Heatherhome

A circle of peace,
scent of heather on the breeze,
sunlight, moonlight,
echoes of my heartbeat,
home.
Bees in the heather,
autumn sunshine
warm upon standing stone.
Darkness gathers, comes and passes
in wave after wave.

Who keeps the light
in the circle?

Auld Acquaintance

When I look up
at night
I see bright stars across the void -
a thousand, thousand years of starlight
in my eyes.

When I look up
at you,
I see your eyes through the ages -
a thousand, thousand years of sunrise
in your eyes.

Powers lie dormant, sleeping,
awaiting the touch
of moon upon stone,
and in the north
stars still circle
over silent circles of stone . . .