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Summer Solstice
The summer solstice
rings
upon our glorious pagan souls
as we entwine ourselves
with ancient spirits,
wine
and love
The rapture of our heaving
momentum,
will carry us deep into the night
As we throw ourselves
between
the shadows, and the flames
She is not my wife, and I
am not hers
But tonight, we are entwined
by
blood and wine
till the beat of rising drums
carry us,
to the break of dawn
~/~
A spellbinding, antique
A spellbinding, antique odyssey. I was completely blissed out by this enthrallingly beautiful excursion that has a powerful sense of time and place. The evocative images, the ecstasy of the couple throwing themselves "between/ the shadows, and the flames", suggest a Celtic (or other ancient European pagan group) Midsummer festival believed to boost the sun's energy and increase the power of magic.
You worked some magic yourself with the cadence in this beguiling work of art. The lines have a flow and a pulse like "the beat of rising drums" that carry the lovers "to the break of dawn".
Too good to read only once. Truthfully, I was swept away by this gorgeous indulgence.
Always loved the longest
Always loved the longest day of the year. There’s something special about it. The ancients were far more attuned to lunar and solar cycles than modern society, and I think there’s something beautiful about that – because it connects us to the bigger picture – the Cosmos. Of which, we are apart.