stoned love

Earth stone and sky sing this song of magic

sounding the names as incantations on the

four winds to whisper in your prescence

Moel Tŷ Uchaf o gymru*

Tara ó chroílár na muire**

Boscawen-Un in the ancient land of Kernow

Castlerigg and Arbour Low in fair England

Machrie Moor and Callanish on Scottish islands

A land of old stones sung to life by ancient druids

the land i call home

the land in my bones


*Moel Tŷ Uchaf from Wales

*Tara in the heart of Eire

Footnote. Thanks for the interest in these magical place names and the ‘sound of them’ I am of Irish descent but not a Gaelic speaker and I lived in Wales many a year but again not a native speaker. I’ve done my best with the pronunciations of those parts in this recording of the poem.

For those who wish to see the places named here are photo links ( not mine)

Moel Tŷ Uchaf 




Arbour Low

Machrie Moor


NaPoWriMo day 20…so far so good…as usual…hanging with the toads.


20 thoughts on “stoned love

  1. elleceef says:

    Love these place names and agree with Sherry, they conjure up wonderful images of times gone by. I’d like to hear them pronounced for I love the sound of old language. I especially like the line
    “A land of old stones sung to life by ancient druids”

  2. willow88switches says:

    we walk a mythical, ancient path, paved with old bones, songs and stories carried in blood, birthed in the sky’s fire

    stellar Paul!

  3. Kerry says:

    The names are like a magical incantation which must have stirred my ancestor’s bones because I got gooseflesh while reading.

    • Kerry says:

      I came back to listen to your reading. Thank you for recording. The place names resonate in the throat and your tone reveals the love you have for the land you call home.

  4. kim881 says:

    I love what you’ve done with the wonderful Celtic names, Paul. I’m just back from Cardiff where I heard some Welsh, especially on the station platform while I was waiting for the train back to London. I’m always amazed when I hear English place names sprinkled in among the Welsh words – except for London which is always given its Welsh name – in defiance, I think! The Irish took me back to my previous life in the wilds of County Meath.
    What stands out for me in your poem is the first line ‘Earth stone and sky sing this song of magic’; I imagine standing stones and circles of stone, which exist all over the British Isles and which encircle their mutual history. I also like the ‘four winds’ which represent all four countries and absolutely love the final lines – I’m with you there, Paul..

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