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The Portal of the Standing Stones
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Silently
She slips from between warm sheets
Quietly
She tip toes towards the door
Noiselessly
She slips through the timber door
To small whispers
Of her dress as she hurries by
Mist
Trickles from her ruby lips
As the chill air envelops her form
Moonlight
Filters softly through the trees
As she hurriedly passes along
The narrow path
Made by countless feet
Towards the eerie moors
Shadows
Mockingly shiver and shake
As she rushes by
Wreathed with mist
They appear grotesquely misshapen
Their branches seeming
To reach for her slender form
Silver moonlight
Beckons her onwards
Through the twisted trees
Suddenly
The open expanse of moorland
Beckons her frantic footsteps
Glistening brightly on the dewy grass
Moonlight
Guiding her path
She trembles
Involuntary and
Incessant
As chill fingers wriggle along her spine
Ahead
The proud shadows of the Standing Stones
Behind
The waving branches of Spanish Moss covered trees
Forward and the future
Unknown to be sure
Backwards and despair
With a man unknown
Chosen as husband, but not by she
Soft pearlescent moonlight
Shines soothingly amidst the stones
Suddenly
A dark form moves
From beside the tallest stone
The form in ghostly moonlight
Becomes the figure of a man
Dark as night
His clothing hides
His presence from the unwary
Reaching his side they blend together
Two dark shapes become one
Strong arms enfold her slender red form
As they carefully walk widdershins
Round the Standing Stones
A Pause
A glance
Each looking deeply into the others eyes
A tender smile shared
A quick kiss
And hand in hand
They walk through the arch
Of the tallest Standing Stone
One moment of this world
The next
Together in another place
No-one knows
Safe together,
Loves sweet embrace
Protects them for all time.
The Portal of the Standing Stones.
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Will you walk through the Standing Stones?
Bless Susan x
© Susan Jamieson 2014
