The Treasure in Silbury Hill

Have you witnessed Silbury, immense against the skies?
Yes, I've gazed up at the mound
And seen its mighty size.

Did it help you glimpse the past and cause your heart to sing?
Yes and then I wondered how
Man ever built the thing.

Did you know fools drilled inside for treasure 'neath the lid?
Yes, and nothing did they find
Save what the ancients hid.

The wealth contained in Silbury did not consist of gold;
She represented Mother Earth,
Whose riches can't be sold.

And still today near Avebury her pregnant slopes persist,
A hill of chalk enclosed in green
That floats within a mist.


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http://www.stone-circles.org.uk/stone/silbury.htm

A good poem full of doubts and the eternal questions. I got a feeling of hope from it though - nice one Izzy

Says it all really


I don't think many do in this computer age Izzy

A superb limerick Meno

Till next time my friends

Circus

The Ringmaster entered and sensed something wrong,
The Big tent lacked people and sound,

The juggler let plates spin and wobble so long
They shattered to bits on the ground.

The fearless cat tamer who lashed the whip straight
Now dreaded each tiger and lion,

The strong man attempted to pick up the weight
Yet couldn't lift one ounce of iron.

The old fortune teller's predictions were marred
When her mind lost all psychic force,

The girl who rode side-saddle pulled the reins hard
But failed to control the white horse.

The boy on the trapeze fell without a net,
The Ringmaster looked at the clown

Whose shiny red mouth made a terrible threat;
The ghost circus had come to town.


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How brilliantly atmospheric and creepy-very spooky.

Interesting poem, Musty

The circus isn't always serious, I saw a funny circus, there was a banana joke, bananas are amazing, so versatile.

Seagulls on a beach

Seagulls on a beach
how they hover
how they move
looking for chips
looking for food
where's the fish?
that once was there
how can that be honestly fair?

Whitby seagulls are assassins and are the size of little pigs

Are they the starey seagulls? I've seen a few of them, I've noticed that they do that intense starey look . They got the look and not the look of love, more the look of, flipping heck

I've imagined that this mound was built as a look out. The people cleared an area of woodland and built this so they could stand on the top and look out above the dense forest that would have been all around at that time . That's my guess anyway

Ta MrsGoto


I wrote a poem called I, Banana - I might post it next time Sandy

I love seagulls - I enjoyed this Sandy

It's a good a guess as any BB. Personally, I favour the view of Michael Dames, who thinks Silbury represents a pregnant woman. The rest of her body is seen in the surrounding ditch; the thighs and breasts are clearly visible from above. The ancients thought on a monumental scale - the sheer amount of rock-hard chalk dug out to build Silbury Hill is staggering

Cat Dreams

The cat's on her favourite chair keeping
As snug as a cat can be
But while she is peacefully sleeping
What images does she see?

Is she in the corn near a farmhouse,
Crouched down with an icy stare
That's fixed on a hapless dormouse
Who's unaware she's even there?

Or is she beneath a grand ceiling,
Relaxing on cushions of silk,
Where dinners are always appealing
And saucers of gold contain milk?

Perhaps she is making a bee-line
For moggies who scrap in the night
Or singing to some other feline
Beneath the moon's silvery light.

The cat wakes and with the dream finished
No eyes are the equal of these;
They seem, now that sleep has diminished
As deep as uncharted seas.


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“Form square” is the order cried
As cavalry appear
The stinking rot of horses hide
Is drawing ever near

“Reload” is the order cried
As horsemen start to trot
No saviour here to pray abide
Just powder, gun and shot

“Fix bayonets” is the order cried
As horses start to run
Thundering hooves cast ground aside
As sabres catch the sun

“FIRE” is the order cried
As teeth and eyes flash by
Crackling smoke from ranks inside
The square’s loud battle cry

“Close up” is the order cried
“Reload” follows fast
“Aim low – FIRE” as horses slide
And scream as muskets blast

“KILL THEM” is the order cried
As horsemen start to fall
“KILL THEM” as the square divides
To batter, stab and brawl

Take my hand child,
as an adult,
I must hold,
I must sever,
with love and assurance,
for my future,
I must let you go.

The baggage is simply too much,
to carry around forevermore,
but you will not die,
you will only become
a better me.

As I look within, at myself,
the mirrored reality,
I wonder what I truly see?
child or grown up?
fear, nerves,
hate and anger,
happiness and laughter,
the haunting question mark
looms...

A tightrope of uncertainties,
can be detected,
just as fear may be smelt in the air,
grasped in the shaking fist,
delicate, risks everywhere.

To take or not to take?
the options are non-existent,
for to live is to carry on,
risk is inevitable -
lets hope it pays off.

As I think; deeper,
look closer,
what is it that comes foremost to mind,
that I see, in my minds eye?.

I must not lie,
the voice calls out,
for there is no worse self infliction you can apply,
so I bare that in mind, as I question,
what I see,
unaware of the opinions of others;
of you, of me.
I realise,
if I were to lie, I'd only be fooling myself.

There is no escape,
from a life time sentence
of denial,
when you know what it is your denying.

Always there will be,
a part of you
knowing and working,
to keep it all within.

I'm not sure if that piece entirely makes much sense, its just more of the same really but maybe it'll strike a chord with someone? who knows. I like to think it sounds somewhat poetic(?) perhaps. I hope to try and write something more 'jolly' shortly (though I've probably jinxed myself by saying so(!)).

When I googled about a bit, I came across some mounds that had been built in North America about the same time . Evidently there is a collective name for the people who created them. Guess what it is .... Mound Builders !
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mound_Builders

I'm going to see if we know if there was a lot of water about in that area or if it ever flooded , as it looks like there is lots of connections to rivers in North America .
I've had a look at the pictures , but I can't see how it looks like a woman

Yes they are starey alright !!
http://fineartamerica.com/images-sim...ri-beesley.jpg

The seagull is smiling

Bananas are lovely with custard.

It's mind-blowing to know that two different peoples - in America and Britain - were building similar monuments, unaware of each other