The stones stand
Like a circle of crones
Far out on the moor
Resembling witches
Short
Hunch backed
With cloaks down to the floor
As if a meeting
Once begun
Was frozen then in Time..
They stand there
Silent
In the mist
Locked
In some fantastic mime
Forbidding and mysterious
Is one that towers above
One wonders
What it represents
Power?
Law?
Not Love
No one knows
From whence they came
Nor, what they stand there for
But pray their meeting
Now adjourned
Remains so
Evermore
Egal Bohen
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