The Hitching StoneYou guys like the dark stuff judging by reaction my more gothic poems. The HitchingStone in this poem is on Cowling Moor, Yorkshire, which borders Withins Moor akaWuthering Heights in Bronte's fiction. The setting suits both the story and this poem.
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Some though not all my poems are loosely based on personal experience (plus a lot of poetic licence). The lady in this one, a white witch she claimed, took me to the Hitching Stone megalith on the Pennine Moors, for the specific purpose of using myenergy to work magic. I'm a high energy person apparently though I don't always feel it. She later said I had cured her arthritic spine - but I thought we were just having a good time.
You took me high, where wind bitesand even summer sun cannot paintsere grass with the colours of life.You took me to the forsaken place wherea sentinel guards the meeting of the leys;there you took me in blood and hunger,fed on me, nourished yourself, became whole
Hitching Stone - under a dramatic sky From a different angle, showing the sere landscape