and revealing myself one poem at a time
You have just made my ancestors jump within me with your words Karen.
This is lovely, ethereal and haunting.
magic...love the stanza on this offering being equal to the neighbors...perhaps a little cain and abel reference there....smiles.
Henges Of Stone And WoodHere we sing the stones,turn and go to the river.There we boat up streamto the grand alleyand parade before The God until the great woodsurround rises, moonshining full above. The woodsings with us. We live.I lower myself while you hold upright, silverin the wild moon's light.
I love your poem, dear... See what you made me do?