The photograph for this week’s prompt was taken inside the long barrow at West Kennet, Avebury, that was built to house the bones of the ancestors over five and a half thousand years ago. Doubtless there are reasonable explanations about the odd light in the photograph ( and no, I don’t really need to hear them)… but it seemed to capture the spirit of the place…
Come closer. Stones and darkness crowd around me, one a pressing presence, replete with memory.
Have you forgotten? The echo of a breath, stirring ancient dust to dancing motes in the liminal light.
Listen. I walk in the footsteps of shadows, their torches but the ghosts of moonbeams to guide my path.
Familiar spirits, whispering madness or salvation.
Closer than kindred. My future in their past.
We know. Disembodied voices from dismembered bones.
We remember, from the other side of death.
We are one. My waking in their long sleep. My dreams their place of waking.
We will re-member you…
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