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In our Blood
Wind and rain sweep the moors,
past Roman and iron age hearths,
over venerated hilltops
carrying song of tribal gatherings
and rituals, tucked away shadows
buried beneath misty mounds
and prehistory of oak and hazel.
When light is low
and squalls rage upon the cairns,
one hears them, neolithic, bronze,
realm of our ancestors,
and as storm settles,
we also turn toward the sun,
in procession, in celebration of life.
by Margaret Bednar, September 4, 2019
linked (late) with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Wordy Monday with Wild Woman - Castle Ruins, Lowering Skies ... Tell us a story". I see NOW I was really supposed to write a story for this prompt... Sorry! So below is my 10-minute attempt to follow the rules :)
In My Blood
A chipped piece of flint draws blood, still sharp after centuries beneath windswept moors, tromped upon by Roman boots, nestled beside stones of an ancient iron age hearth. Light is low upon the cairns, the squall has simmered, and I can hear them, perhaps winging from hilltops: venerated voices, whisperings of rituals untucking from misty mounds, shadows escaping from prehistory of oak and hazel. As the storm settles, so does my soul. Squeeze my finger, release a drop of blood upon the earth, my tribal offering to the realm of my ancestors as I turn toward the sun and follow the procession of light toward the moor's horizon.
By Margaret Bednar, September 4, 2019
I adore "Time Team" a British archeology show that ran for 20 seasons and had 59 "special" episodes. I'm on season 14. Below is an episode you might find interesting based on a Moor in Cornwall.
