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Array ( [sid] => 98694 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Sonnwend [time] => 2005-06-20 08:14:24 [hometext] => A poem for summer solstice. [bodytext] =>

The day approaches,
the sun will soon stand still.
I try to imagine my celebration,
but the imagination is dry and dusty.
My surrounding world has forgotten,
such importance no longer matters.

I long to be part of a culture
centuries wise.
I wish to belong to a world
that sees the earth in its feminine glory,
recognizes its ripe, full pregnant state.

I would dance around the midsummer tree,
flowers in my hair,
grass between the bareness of my toes,
toasting to the Honey Moon
with a goblet of spiced honey wine.

Perhaps I should be a Roman bride,
and once again visit the Shrine of Vesta,
feasting and dancing at the Festival of Vestalia.

I wish to be a Celtic Druid
performing mystical ceremonies,
crowning a new Oak King.

Or I could celebrate at the
Ancient Gaul Feast of Epona,
praising the maiden chosen for Epona,
proudly seated upon the majestic mare,
long hair falling down her back.

Instead,

I sit here,
in my modern culture
thinking about all the forgotten wisdoms.

And I remember.

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Sonnwend

Contributed by Winterland on Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 08:14:24 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

The day approaches,
the sun will soon stand still.
I try to imagine my celebration,
but the imagination is dry and dusty.
My surrounding world has forgotten,
such importance no longer matters.

I long to be part of a culture
centuries wise.
I wish to belong to a world
that sees the earth in its feminine glory,
recognizes its ripe, full pregnant state.

I would dance around the midsummer tree,
flowers in my hair,
grass between the bareness of my toes,
toasting to the Honey Moon
with a goblet of spiced honey wine.

Perhaps I should be a Roman bride,
and once again visit the Shrine of Vesta,
feasting and dancing at the Festival of Vestalia.

I wish to be a Celtic Druid
performing mystical ceremonies,
crowning a new Oak King.

Or I could celebrate at the
Ancient Gaul Feast of Epona,
praising the maiden chosen for Epona,
proudly seated upon the majestic mare,
long hair falling down her back.

Instead,

I sit here,
in my modern culture
thinking about all the forgotten wisdoms.

And I remember.

Copyright © Winterland ... [ 2005-06-20 08:14:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Sonnwend (User Rating: 1 )
by foxfire44 on Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 09:22:32 AM AEST
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very good poem...I can see in my mind the picture you printed with words nice

Re: Sonnwend (User Rating: 1 )
by tiggytom on Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 02:48:21 PM AEST
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loved this, longing, wanting something, but satisfied with contentness, brilliant thanks

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