Silbury Plain
by s.c. virtes

 

The pixies dance
on Silbury Plain
where standing stones
anchor the sky --
mythic spirits soar
with eternal rites;
they braid the wheat,
shine their soft lights,
leave ritual marks
for other tribes to see.

The apes emerge
from their cities,
though their lenses flash
they don't understand --
they only come out
when the sun is up,
the dance is done;
faerie touch faded
from primal glory
to last night's mystery.



Poem copyright 2002 by s.c. virtes writer@scvs.com

Illustration copyright 2002 by Andy Miller kidscroll@aol.com



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