Tag Archives: landscape

The day the stags roared ~ KIrsty Mill

Reblogged from Pondering the Past… a beautiful visit to the Isle of Mull… It was a day when the stags roared. We walked along routes used in ages past. Along tarmacked roads, past machair and grey-blue sea. Then inland. Green … Continue reading

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The Prisoner…

* Beauty dived into the bushes led by Prince then gasped as one of the thorns from the brambles traced the delicate skin of her inner arm. The blood came in spurts and rivulets. “No wait,” she cried, pausing to … Continue reading

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Shadow Play…

* ‘Shadowing’ is our term for the phenomenon whereby a standing stone, or group of stones, recreates a distant landscape feature and thereby renders it immediately apparent or tangible. Most other megalithic writers on the subject have also, independently, recognised … Continue reading

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Anomalies…

* In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball. The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming. Just then, the Dagda went … Continue reading

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Doors of Conception…

“Excuse me…” I woke up and looked at the walking stick  insistently tapping my boot, then up at the black face in the sun, and shaded my eyes… “…Do you want to be human?” The voice was young, but also … Continue reading

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Looking Out…

* I have lain here for millennia watching ages pass. * Great beasts once roamed my slopes. I saw them take to the air. Their leathery calls scarring the sky. In a fiery eye-blink they were gone. * Continue reading … Continue reading

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Sun-Day…

* On one side a giant kisses the sky, On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay. Yet should you ask, ‘why?’ There is no one left to say… * Can a sliver of blue heaven Between hard … Continue reading

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Troll Bridge…

* Black-Jack-Davey had been on the road since sun-up. As twilight descended filching the last of the colour from his day he came upon a village. Up ahead he could make out a little stone bridge and what he took … Continue reading

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Mine-Sweeper…

* I entered the ruin to a low hum… The snug fit of my arms in the portal vectors was no accident. Once inserted an irreversible chain reaction commenced. The stone and wood around me shifted into old form: sleek… … Continue reading

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Harvest of Wyrms…

* ‘The Witch’, they called her but she minded not, tending to her herbs and the animals and birds which nature’s highest intelligence brought to the garden of her single-roomed house knowing her abilities to hold and to heal… It … Continue reading

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