At Newgrange

At Newgrange I felt


back to the scene

at the end of Stig of the Dump.


The one

on mid-summers’ eve

with the

ancients dancing.


It was hypnotic

to gaze

at the zig-zags

and spirals

in the stone.

the big one.jpg



five-thousand years ago

by an early





off their head on mushrooms.


The further we are

from our past;

to who we were

the more disconnected we are

from who we are.


clive king stig

Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

2 thoughts on “At Newgrange

  1. Think I must seè that scene, of ancients dancing.
    Did they have to be on mushrooms to carve those patterns – seem very symmetrical for someone under the influence?
    Profoundly true philosophical conclusion.
    Strangely feel place less than impressive to you?

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