The Engraved



elleanor Dare 1


Father, soon after you went to England, we came here / Only misery & a war torn year / About half are dead for two years or more from sickness,

                                                                        Eleanore Dare, 1591, Roanoake Colony

Gold leaves of  the sassafras

shudder along with the shoulders

of a woman recording her name

and plight in stone. Her hair coming loose

as if to patch the tear in her blouse

ripped on burrs while heading toward the river.


The wind breathes cool, smelling of that sweet plant

as her hands crudely carve

a cross and clues into large quartzite.  There’s barely

enough time to finish.  And like those other things:


unhung herbs, damp kindling –grief

for a lost husband and daughter,

they must be left. Something shimmers in the distance.

She turns around reaching for a shawl. Her shadow

widens across the rock

like floodwater leaving

its hopelessness in the letters. Its darkness


is felt by passing birds. Their  bleak  cry

fallen through clouds

shattering the gray lull; and with them

draped in tufted wool, she takes flight — vanishing

into the south.


In 1587, one of the first, experimental colonies in the New World inhabited the wild island of Roanoke off the coast of North Carolina. They came with hopes of establishing a productive settlement on The American Coast with a certain amount of autonomy and goals of achieving both personal and mercantile success. However, they were confronted with not only harsh climate factors but disease, hostile Native Americans, and rapidly dwindling supplies. Out of desperation, the governor of the colony, John White, decided to sail back to England and petition his sponsors for more supplies and money. In his absence, the colony began to suffer a number of misfortunes. On the brink of starvation and impending Indian attacks,  something had to be done. And that became the mystery. When Governor White returned to Roanoke after two years, he found the settlement completely dismantled with no trace of anyone or any building foundations. He set out to find his people and came across a series of carved stones along the woodland trail. And these were supposedly carved as clues by his own daughter , Eleanor White Dare, who had been married to another colonist and had given birth to a girl, the first white child to be born of English descent in America. ( According to some  accounts, her husband was slain by Indians and her child lost or  possibly slain as well). The first stone had the longest message and yet briefly described what occurred  and why they left.. The rest of the stones (47 in all with various short clues as to the direction of their whereabouts) were deemed fraudulent by scientists and historians. Yet, the mystery of why and how Eleanor Dare carved these stones lingers. And even greater, the disappearance of an entire colony.


  1. I have never been sure why only one of the stones was deemed to be authentic. Nevertheless, a moving portrait of a desperate young woman.


  2. Hi Michael

    Yes, that is mystery like the disappearance of the colony , itself. Thanks so much for reading and commenting. As always, I appreciate your insight!

    My best,


  3. I can picture the leaves that shudder along with her shoulders.
    Of course, her shoulders shudder in fear.

    I love:

    “her hands crudely carve
    a cross and clues”

    “Her shadow widens across the rock
    like floodwater leaving
    its hopelessness in the letters.”

    Much enjoyed reading, as always.



  4. Hi Kerri

    So glad you liked this one! I really appreciate your kind comments. They mean alot! I have always been fascinated by the mystery of the Roanoake colony and what happened there. This was inspired by a documentary on the history channel. Again, thanks for commenting!!

    Take care
    my best always,


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