For some reason, the light this morning took me back to a day over thirty years ago.
Later comment: I have just read the first six lines and realised the order is wrong. I have changed it now.
Newgrange
When I took you there
Looking for inspiration
In an ancient monument
Older than Stonehenge
And the Great Pyramids of Gaza,
At a bend in the Boyne,
You were brand new.
Walking round
The mound,
I counted
A nursery rhyme of kerbstones
Standing guard over bones
And mysteries.
We entered the gloom,
Followed a passage
To the single tomb;
Imagined a winter solstice dawn
When shadows are pierced
By a shaft of sunlight.
Mythology lurked
In the murk
Of Newgrange
Where anonymous bones
Were laid to rest
In a Stone Age edifice;
Where civilisations
Come together
And ancient scenery
Inspires new thinking.
writing in north norfolk 