HENGE

in these, so close, contented fields

of thoughts and flesh caressed

by limbs and lute phonetic phrases

in this dark loop of days,

i want what more reveals-

the undercoat of faith undressed

to nature without cages

exposing pagan aspects and its ways,

to behold what light conceals

in blue and grey stone thoughts that smiles suppress,

through the henge of seasons phases

in the centre of your circle as it plays.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 19th April, 2009. INSIDE OUT