Standing Stones

Posted on January 23, 2014 by

Standing stones

 

Shhhhh………listen,

said the sea.

Can you hear the ghosts of war on the tide,

carried back and forth

from other times, other centuries.

Rocks,

soaked in sorrow,

like tomb-stones littered on the shingle.

Who will save our souls,

cry the ghosts.

About maskednative

I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
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13 Responses to Standing Stones

  1. j.h. white says:
    January 24, 2014 at 4:49 am

    “Rocks soaked in sorrow” ….. I suppose all of Nature remembers our footprints.

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  2. Geo Sans says:
    January 24, 2014 at 7:03 am

    monuments
    ~
    our
    illusions
    of
    permanence

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  3. Virgilio Gavia says:
    January 24, 2014 at 1:36 pm

    nice symbolism, Teri…too many interpretations…i see an impediment, helplessness, desire for liberation…questions must be answered though…could the answer be provided by the sea?

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    • maskednative says:
      January 24, 2014 at 3:31 pm

      Thank you for your comments Virgilio, the post relates to a place not far from my house, deserted now, but at one time a place of great hope for the swiss genovese, but they left, and it was taken over by soldiers, gaining notoriety as a holding centre for rebel prisoners during and after the 1798 rebellion. The shocking events that took place during those times seemed to have charged the air with sadness. All I could do was to pray for them. victims and abusers.

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  4. urdamage says:
    January 26, 2014 at 11:52 pm

    hey, hope you are well 😉

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  5. Wendell A. Brown says:
    January 27, 2014 at 7:54 pm

    Your soothing words are gracefully illuminating…the life within them always move me dear sister. Thanks for the hugs today! Blessings!

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  6. Sue Dreamwalker says:
    August 14, 2015 at 3:51 pm

    Your empathy with those souls I am sure are heard on the wind .. Beautiful

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