On Bodmin Moor
Broken tooth standing stones
Show where leylines
Perforate the earth.
Along the tear
Sweetfaced ponies
Masked by mud,
Follow paths between
Shaft, Circle, Tor and Sky.
And Dozemary Pool,
Essential blackness,
Lies at the bottom
of a sheer rock shute.
Where,
On a concrete island,
A sheepskin,
Daubed with covering woad,
Is stretched in sacrifice -
An Inverse pupil
Sunken in the Moor’s dark eye.
Fiona Colligan-Yano
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Thanks to chris s on TMA for drawing my attention to this one(and to Fiona of course who also posts there).
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