Chambered Cairn, Quoyness
The passage is three feet high:
on your knees in the seething dark you enter.
In the corbelled chamber’s space
you uncoil and stand earth-fast at the centre.
The silence sings in your ears.
On an inch of paper you write the three runes
of your name, bind it with hair
and hide it in a crevice between the stones.
Previously published in The Listening Walk, 2013
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