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The Nine Ladies |
The birch and bracken and the unbarbed wire Will chaperone you to the ancient ground Where nine well worn and lichened stones stand round Like evening campers gathered by the fire. Such circles always have a given name And this is no exception. ‘Nine Ladies’, Who, you could have guessed, were nine maidens Turned to stone. For what? For playing games On sacred ground? Being unladylike? Or maybe just for being out alone? Three women, anoraked, sit by the stones With sticks and dogs and packs: pausing their hike Along the Ridgeway, carefree, travelling light And, save for the ‘king-stone’, not a man in sight. ©The contents of this page are copyright protected.
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