Circle of stones

This poem was wrote for the human henge project and can be read on their site at

stonehengeWind swept open space,

Secretes hidden in Gaea’s flesh

Time and technology advance the human race.

Ceremony in celestial orbit

Buried in barrows…

The far reaching curse us

The silence of far go woods.

In darkness seven sisters shine.

Now all in place we turn back time.


Millennium times ten before a saviour,

With stone of axe and flint knife;

The story of Neolithic life.

The seas had taken the land away,

Building homes of brush and clay.

They sang songs of pig and dog –

While carving tools from bone and fallen log.

To the ground they offer – a body;

The caved in head of child of three,


The wood of henge would fade away

But it’s the stones circle still seen today

First came a ditch, then a bank, and then Aubrey holes.

The entrance marked with ornate polls,

Time does pass then it’s welsh stone of blue,

Repaired in future with cement as glue,

A heal added with Sarsan stones.

So heavy to lift they must have moaned.

To the circle rearrangement once more.


From then till now the sun and moon still calls

At mid summer and winter – spring and when autumns leaf falls,

By day and by night,

With High priestess and druid might,

The maigick of the henge comes to life.

History and archaeology run rife…

So walk the land with me,

In circled stones the past your see

But time has not done there are more secrets to come.

About Human Henge

Human Henge is a new project about archaeology, mental health and creativity. Run by the Restoration Trust in partnership with Richmond Fellowship, English Heritage and Bournemouth University and funded by the Heritage Lottery Fund, Amesbury Area Board and English Heritage, it is interesting, adventurous, safe and fun. Find out more about Human Henge at


About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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