Weekend Writing Prompt #175 Megalith
The Megalith hums; vibrates
Preternatural; outside nature
It stands, immobile but reaching skywards
Unearthed, yet anchored.
Moss covered; blending
Of sandstone, bluestone, granite
Of limestone, basalt, marble
Solid, unyielding, impervious
Ritual and superstition
Hold communities in awe
Engages curiosity
Pulses elevate
Living history is here
Standing stones
Alone; breathing
Another life journey with lots of English biscuits to nibble along the way.
Love has the power to break all chains!
Whispering Silences
life happens . . .
A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
The Secret of Change Is to Focus All of Your Energy, Not on Fighting the Old, But on Building the New - Socrates
A gorillas existential crisis
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