Planning
for Wintry presents?
Old stones and ancient bones
Gordon MacLellan
ISBN 978-1-291-46593
Looking for something a little bit different for a
present? Christmas soon, and Yule and Mother’s Night and Saturnalia, if you’re
of a Classical inclination…Why not indulge yourself and a friend with a copy of
my book Old stones and ancient bones:
poems from the hollow hills ?
Don’t like poetry? Try again! With poems from
the dark, peopled gloom of Neolithic tombs on orkney to the windswept moors of
Derbyshire, an excitement of skulls and the beauty of stillness before winter
arrives, Old stones might just offer you something different.. And if you really don't like it, why not give the book to someone you dislike as much as the poetry?
You can order from Amazon or direct from me at £5.00 a copy (includes UK P&P) and while stocks
last, with Old Stones, get a free copy of “River and Sea” a little book featuring
two of my stories (you only get the latter if you order from me)
To order:
Email me Creeping
Toad
Payment: by cheque, BACS or Paypal (to
creepingtoad@btinternet.com)
and to whet your appetite, here is a poem from Old stones.
Anticipation, 2
Autumn waits,
Falling into gold, and yellow, and russet,
As mist gathers,
Wool unraveled through the trees.
In the hollow dales,
The lake anticipates winter,
And the rune-cracked ice.
But for now,
Its dark, cold reflective depth
Is divination enough
Autumn waits,
Falling into gold, and yellow, and russet,
As mist gathers,
Wool unraveled through the trees.
In the hollow dales,
The lake anticipates winter,
And the rune-cracked ice.
But for now,
Its dark, cold reflective depth
Is divination enough
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