Child of Stonehenge
Denise Sukovski
Sacred site on the Salisbury Plain.
I explored the wilderness
of your Sarsen bluestone
embracing, feeding my freedom,
before you were fenced.
I clambered over your Neolithic structure
you were my playground.
I pondered…
were you a sign from ancient aliens
or the lasting stain of another civilization?
Sun worshippers,
your spirit is etched into my memory.
We share infinity.
Stones erect archaic warriors
with gnarled, timber-rough skin.
Tempestuous skies whispering messages
Druids gathering raw nature
a Shaman maestro
a hospital for the poor.
Wooded clover surrounds
sky-blue forget-me-not.
I will never forget you.
A humming bird stirs
and again, I feel your scratchy grit
on my wet cheek
your cold airy energy
cushioning my palms.
The moon listens
a conspiracy
a garden of Eden
the universe
the universe
my universe.
Limericks
Jill Wherry
Said Jane, a young lady from Stawell,
‘My wedding night should be a ball.’
With thoughts so elating,
she needed sedating.
Then damn it, she slept through it all.
Say hi to my lazy friend Nell,
who didn’t like housework too well.
She sat in her knickers
and ate seven Snickers.
Then just let the jobs go to hell.