The earth leans in like a dancer
Arms flung wide in the spinning
And this the longest kiss
Like an orgasm.
Merry people gather
At the earliest crack
Of dawns peach
To join hands in circle
Encircled by ancient stone
They sing together
They weave together.
A lone harpist strums
Drummers steady drum
The haunting flute, ancestral
Come, gather yea at
Stanton Drew to
Seek the peak of this year
See the sun peek brighter and nearer
Above yonder hedgerow.
Druids weep with delight
At the luminous solar kiss of light
Love’s outpouring in endless giving
Allowing our temporary temporality
As we touch these stones,
These old bones ancient placed
Lay gifts of leave and twig
A sacred morning held as lightly as a fig
I inhale scent and bite the flesh.
The earth leans in like a dancer
Arms flung wide in the spinning
And this the longest kiss
Of light that’s been building
Before beginning to lean away
Now light will softly fade
This longest day heralds
A shorter tomorrow
But this dance is the dance
That creates our creation
Summer leaping with joy
Winter cosy for sorrow
It comes in waves
Breathing deep in
And exhaling out
Tides in the ocean
Every atom in motion
Generations renewing
On the compost of old
Oscillating between
Ligh(o)t to dark(old).
–
Joe Blogs, June 2023