All But.

 Effaced 

Features wind-worn and rain-wasted
they still stand,
shaped male and female, native
hands clasped around girth of granite.

Celtic-entwined and earthily-clad,
power-patterned
in past complex memory,
wisdom's vined craft exposed to many
withering centuries,
great stone-anchored Cross
huddles in moorland's stifling moss.

Eroded, effaced and all but erased,
this axe-engraved
vision exudes need deep as labyrinths,
clear as the day,
indelibly signed across petrified clay.

Island prayer-place used as supplication
revered, implored,
gift-indulged the old God-incarnate
gave formal forgiveness
of hunting with hate's intention to kill.

Rock's portrayal of guilt's ancient aim
shows modern
humanity locked into the same.

Reviews

[lightsong]

powerful powerful write my talented friend! I read this few times, it carries some different feelings for me, I felt the awe and at the same time the comfort that when I die I will have the warm company, the most amazing was Your ending verses, how You took us from that strong mystical journey and landed it in the now, will the humans ever learn from the past? from their predecessors and their mistakes? can I ask if that place You were describing is real?

[Fay Slimm]

Yes dear friend - that stone and many others in Cornwall U.K. are found on the moors and in places which were once sacred......... am so pleased you were taken on the standing stone's journey into an historic past - we can only imagine the power the gigantic stones have acquired but when near them a sensitive can certainly feel it.

[lightsong]

Wow my friend that sends a chill! I felt it through Your poem and after I read Your words here I feel it even more as if i was near them.