“Attached: one photograph from my midsummer day this year,” said poet Lucy Lepchani. She is a member of the Moor Poets, and took part in our midsummer inspiration experiment.
Lucy told us: “It is of a standing stone at Machrie Moor Stone Circle, Isle of Arran, Scotland; and upon which a curlew stood screeching at us.
“It must have had a nest nearby, and as I arrived in the company of around twenty other poets, it was none too pleased.
Below is the poem that I wrote afterwards.
Machrie Moor Stones, Midsummer
This place, once upon a time, was poem:
written by a thousand hands.
Truths hewn and heft and shifted, speak
through aeons from their silent stand.
A verse in circle spins in constant
rhythms spilled by seasons’ song,
as through Time’s line those distant poets
whisper still: belong; belong; belong.
More mid summer poems:
Susan Taylor: pixie power
Simon Williams: goat crazy
Helen Boyles: sailing by
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