OMENS.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Omens.

 

Grand standing stones,
lichen pocked,
weather-worn omens,
older than old,
fern spotted,
winter-storm bitten,
devotion holed
boulders, so primitive 
and time-honed.
You, aged faith-icons,
solidly coated
with mighty shoulders
cope well in fired 
stress of sudden blows.


Cold granite-face rocks,
holy pinnacles,
scar-patched in mosses
deck sacred hills,
purple-mould knotted
belly, crevice ridden
your grassy-wet hollows
bent early history
with God-like resilience.

 

Not forgotten your hold
as ancient watchers
that conjure bold spirit
of moving onward
while remaining so still.

 

Stones know life's secret
of how best to win,
and I hope they tell me.  

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2019 04:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Fay. I've gone mad. I felt sorry for a lamp-post out on a cold night - get a grip, Orchi. Men in white coats will turn up soon! ooh.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Many thanks Orchi and hope those white coats have gone home by now

    • dusk arising

      Somehow these noble stones command a respect. A sense of wonderment invades us. Thoughts unthought invite us to wander spiritually.
      Similar to hugging a tree.... what secrets do you know?

      • Fay Slimm.

        A good words you used there D.A. - noble stones command respect and so they do as they have been there for much of our history. Like you I would love to know some of their secrets.

      • ANGELA & BRIAN

        Thanks for sharing this FAY ~ Much food for thought ! When we visit STONEHENGE and the Standing Stones in the English Lake District and the Geysers & Hot Springs etc in New Zealand & Ayres Rock in Australia and sites sacred to the Native Americans they all trigger mystic vibes in our Minds ! FAITH ICONS always conceal covert TRUTHS ~ BUT ~ to echo your first verse ~ HOW do we unlock them ? Love the visual which complements your questioning Poem ! Some facets of your Poem reflects JOHN BETJAMANS "Ireland with Emily" where he ponders similar questions.
        Blessings & Love through Poetry
        BRIAN & ANGELA 🧡🧡🧡🧡

        • Fay Slimm.

          So pleased you dropped to read the tribute to noble stones which stand as ancient guardians the while world over - solid and having the experience of ages we all do well to touch, listen and learn if we can.............. thanks so much for your interesting comment.

        • Nicholas Browning

          Ahh, what an inspirational message. Watch the stones and then you'll know longevity and victory! I enjoyed the read.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Well we would all like to think the stones bestow life and longevity Niks.......... glad though you enjoyed the tribute my pen tried to write to these ancient and mysterious guardians of secrets.

          • kevin browne

            Yes, Stonehenge is prevalent all the way through this wonderfully observed and expressed in detail of these stunning stones. I'm not too far from Stonehenge and have visited on many occasions. It has a sense of nobleness about it as indeed just like your poem.

          • Goldfinch60

            If only those stones could talk we would become so knowledgeable.

          • Neville

            a magnificent post here we have folks....
            I oft stand and stare in awe at some of these giants..scattered around this most beautiful isle of ours.. and boy, do I wonder so... Aint we lucky having so many of them down our neck of the woods eh' Fay.... only yesterday did I marvel at Stonehenge on passing .... N x

            • Fay Slimm.

              Yes we live in the lap of mystery and in such variety - the history surrounding these icons is beyond our knowing and yet there they stand - and oooooh what about the pyramids eh - - how the gigantic stones there were dressed before lifting etc - it just boggles the mind dontcha think Nev - - bet we have to wait until the next stage of existence to find out -- eh ? Sleep well amigo and dream of softness -- not stones. - - Fay x

              • Neville

                I shall indeed my friend and true N x



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