Albion, ancient sites, Art, Don and Wen, Stuart France, Trickster

Moorings…

*

We had watched the ferry moored

as we waited to disembark.

*

And its something we do by habit

down south…

Always returning via Avebury.

*

We had never thought to do it up north,

until ‘nudged’ ‘cross country to do so…

*

Breaking Meg’s sibling embrace,

this time was like a plasma pulse

of realisation.

*

Her new ‘tatt’ now shadowing

the line connecting her

with both Callanish and Arbor Low.

*

“We had to tie it in!”

*

“That’s why we’re here!”

*

“It might have been nice to know that before hand?”

*

“Where’s the fun in that?”

 

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