Poem 003 Along the edge of open sky

27 May 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 003 Along the edge of open sky


Along the edge of open sky and vast sweeps of land, I followed the wildflowers
I heard sweet memories dances in the distance, sheep wandering through Avebury

Meandering lines of standing stones, crisscrossing the stars and planets, I too followed their path
the body of a serpent passing through a circle, toppled, broke up and buried, we shall never know

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