Stoned, 14-er Options

[Merlin]

I figgered I'd toss another one into the ring. It's in the holiday class spirit, still shooting fer 50. Sho-nuff quiet in here. I penned this to a picture, but now can't find the link. Hope it makes sense without the photo. M




Stonehenge, Winter Solstice

Bejeweled in hoar, dried stalks of yarrow stand
forlorn, like plainsmen from a far flung zone
whose duty is to guard the circle stones
as pilgrim troupes arrive from distant lands.

One band of faithful, several hundred strong,
have made their camp, a village of a sort,
beyond the bounds. Their children join in sports
while men-folk meet, debating rights and wrongs.

When daylight pales the eastern starless skies,
a mellow chant implores indulgent gods
and every living saint to turn this sod
back into fertile ground lest all must die.

The daystar casts its rays across the plains;
devotees note their quest is not in vain.




Original
Bejeweled in hoar, dried stalks of yarrow stand
forlorn, like plainsmen from a far flung zone
who guard the mystic ring of circle stones
and watch as pilgrims come from distant lands.

One group of faithful, several hundred strong,
have made their camp, a village of a sort,
not far away. Their children play at sports
while men-folk meet, debating right and wrong.

When daylight pales the eastern starless sky,
a mellow chanting starts, imploring gods
and every living saint to turn these sods
back into fertile ground lest all must die.

The daystar casts its rays across the plain;
observers note their chants are not in vain.

[JaxMyth]

Stonehenge, Winter Solstice

Bejeweled in hoar, dried stalks of yarrow stand
Perhaps "bejeweled by hoar"
forlorn, like plainsmen from a far flung zone
who guard the mystic ring of circle stones
and watch as pilgrims come from distant lands.

One group of faithful, several hundred strong,
have made their camp, a village of a sort,
not far away. Their children play at sports
while men-folk meet, debating right and wrong.
If "rights and wrongs" it would keep to your interesting rhyming scheme.

When daylight pales the eastern starless sky,
"starless skies"
a mellow chanting starts, imploring gods
and every living saint to turn these sods
"to turn each sod"
back into fertile ground lest all must die.

The daystar casts its rays across the plain;
"the plains;"
observers note their chants are not in vain.


Enjoyed.

Regards,

Jax