Julia of the Myths [#15 Julia]

Julia of the Myths

         for Julia

Stretched out on a rock, Julia eyes the audience, arm-arched, hand pointing to the sky. She reenacts the drama of neolithic times. She plays the virgin ready for sacrifice. As if blood spurt on the stone chalice ready to receive her beauty would bestow us a blessing, she winks.

Land lice lounge on the hills, stone faced and fenced-in, in this rubble empty of trees. How much life had been sacrificed here... how many centuries of building these fences one stone at a time. Cattle move out of our way saying nothing.

The moon, sun and stars would share with us their wisdom but we no longer understand their ancient tongues. This circle of limestone, high altar, ditch and henge define Arbor Low. Even the barrow whispers in low pitched voices soft as the grass.

Grass as green as it has always been, as stone awaits the return of the Ancients. Look, they say as Julia stretches her hand, she's come back!

© Kåre Enga

[168.214] #15 November 13, 2011.

Note to self, previous version: Stretched out on a rock, Julia eyes the audience, arm-stretched, hand pointing to the sky. The drama of neolithic times reenacted. The virgin ready for sacrifice or to be bestowed a blessing, blood spurt on the stone chalice ready to receive her beauty. She winks.

Land lice lounge on the hills, stone faced and fenced-in, in this landscape empty of trees. How many trees had been sacrificed here... how many centuries building these fences one stone at a time. The cattle move out of our way but say nothing.

The moon, sun and stars share their wisdom in ancient tongues we no longer understand. The circle of limestone, the high altar, the ditch and the henge define Arbor Low. Even the barrow whispers in a low pitched voice soft as the grass.

Grass as green as it has always been, as stone waits for the return of the ancients. Look, they say as Julia stretches her hand, she's come back!