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.



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