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| Thor's Gate |
Aye, the calling is a gentle whisper
come dance on the mystic trails
let your imagination weave a tale
rugged land of hidden unknowns
through the tall standing stones
there is a sense of enchantment
wandering off on a melodic tangent
scattered are twigs and pine cones
through the tall standing stones
the piper plays of love and thunder
in the belly of the woods lies wonder
the throwing of trinkets and bones
through the tall standing stones
my heart swelling with each step
pebbles and rocks all have depths
on this quest, I must walk alone
through the tall standing stones
aye, the calling is a gentle whisper
dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics
hosted by Dora - The prompt
She wants us to write a poem featuring, if not centering, on rock or stone.
I visited Columcille Megalith Park a few years back and the prompt reminded me of this place. There are over 90 stone settings. The photo above was taken by myself. It's called Thor's Gate.
check it out here Columcille Megalith Park