Original Poetry

“Our Diminished Stonehenges”

by Graham Pardun

You go over the horizon, sing
Then come back again.
Whatever diminished stonehenges are out there
With their toppled stones, red poppies
Can’t keep you around for long anymore
—Which is just as well, I guess: Moses
Who first saw Yahweh in a bush of incandescent flowers
Later saw only the god’s back
Walking manlike past the mountains.
Let him keep on walking, is what I say
(You and I have had our disagreements)
“Everything converges at the vanishing point”—let him
Walk back into the sun, which
When it sets behind the azaleas in our yard
Makes us prophets of the very small people
Playing there, in long shadows
Laughing, and stacking rocks.


Graham Pardun lives in the Twin Cities with his wife, son, and two daughters. He teaches at Trinity School at River Ridge, builds bushcraft shelters in forty acres of woods near Sandstone, Minnesota, and writes poetry pretty much anywhere.

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One Comment

  • Matt Axvig

    I like it, except perhaps for two lines — the ones with the quote stacked upon the parenthetical. There’s lots worth appreciating. One thing is the dialogue, which I’m reading as an inner one between two voices in the speaker’s head. And for me there is a takeaway as well, and that is that a small, originary “Stonehenge” is better than the great but dead original.

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