When I was in Ireland in 2005 I had a rather unnerving experience next to a monolith. Now going through some old papers I was reminded of it.
When
I
stood
alone and gazed
In
deepest
thought
And
in the fog
Before
The Stone
upon the heath
A
field
of energy
Entered
my space
And
all at once
There
At
my side
Was
the ghostly
Specter
Of
A
giant beast
Now
come
to pass
A
stream
of
w
a
t
e
r
and
having
done so
it
s
l
o
w
l
y
turned
and
left me
with
a
plaintive
m
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
so
deep
and
long
.
.
.
'twas
the somber tone
of its great fog-horn
I loved this Gwilym - it really made me laugh. It is the kind of thing that happens on the farm all the time. I don't think the beast was contemplating the monolith I think it was curious about you - but then you never know.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad it made you laugh. We need to have a laugh now and then. It was eerie though the two of us standing there in the mist before the monolith - perhaps they use it as a scratching post I thought later.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed these Gwilym
ReplyDeletejohn
A different sort of 'x' marks the spot? lol
ReplyDeleteThanks Jinksy and John. It's in Co. Clare and somewhere remote.
ReplyDeleteYes Gwil - interesting how you have changed it. I forgot to say last time that I do like the shape of the poem - so fitting for the title. It reminded me of Edwin Morgan's poem Heron, which is long and thin, like the heron and does definitely add to the attraction of the poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks Pat, so now it's longer and thinner as you will know from your farm experience its the shape that matters ;)
ReplyDeleteps - I shall visit the heron - thanks for the tip
ReplyDeletePat, have now given it a Morgan-Wordsworthian beat ;)
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