You are welcome !
It is perhaps the growing dark, the cold chilling gloom, the quickening fall of night and those pretty illuminations that sit in windows and on eaves, gable ends, the cold electric guttering lights of my unseen neighbours, that cause Mrs Heron to talk of sympathetic magic and of trying to bring the Sun back ?
Are they, the good Christians around us, aware of what their hidden Pagan soul has led them into ?
The Solstice Tree, the evergreen a display of continuing life is being decorated, as I write.
Mrs H is well able for that, her skilful hands and artistic bent do it well.
She has just asked me 'What do we have at the top?' 'A Frog !' I said, pausing then to say 'Well how about the Witch instead?' I am of course totally wrong. It is the returning reborn Sun
The Frog goes over the door attached to the Deer tine and The Witch is hidden in the tree somewhere and The Owl perches wherever he can find a prominent place, among the lights which have been neatly spun around.
Don't look too close though, for there is naughty gnome in a state of undress sitting beneath the tree.
Some echoes of Winter sit below
A WINTER OFFERING.
Winter’s sharp passion sings
Thro’ black brittle thorn limbs
Over old Áine’s fertile plains
Where summer ferns once grew
Lush: in valleys - hidden places
Deep where springs weep.
Eriu’s blood flows fresh, new
birthing stone frosted icicles
to glint in watery sunlight,
as a rapier
sword of
youth.
© MRL 26. 12. 2001
SOLITUDE DISTURBED
The Sparrow Hawk on patrol
soundless swift sweep of wing
Prey in sight divides light
To kill disappear beyond bright.
Creeps child of forest's edge
stop, listen, one white scream.
A rapid rapier's beak struck
twilight to red dark death.
A spiral hidden from sunlight
tunnels through black earth
Family cavern warm mourn
their summers first born.
©MRL NOV 2007
Spatial Battle
Unhindered swirling waves
born of an untamed power
rotated by Sun Moon energy
Whose long seas seek
scream a wild throaty roar
To smash the fortress cliffs
asunder; wet wearing winds
In unceasing hunger battle
Plunder an ancient guard
of old Devonian stone.
To reclaim space, land
on which to expand.
Pulverised rock - small sand
floods wide the old boundary
In pride of new sea-room !
© MRL NOV 2007
