Stonehenge by Michael R Burch

STONEHENGE

Here where the wind imbues life within stone,
    I once stood
and watched as the tempest made monuments groan:
    as if blood
boiled within them.
 
Here where the Druids stood charting the stars
    I can tell
they longed for the heavens ... perhaps because
    hell
boiled beneath them?

Michael R. Burch’s poems have been published by hundreds of literary journals, taught in high schools and colleges, translated into fourteen languages, incorporated into three plays and two operas, and set to music by seventeen composers.

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