Samhain at rollrights

A curious mist of sound hung over rollrights
Behold the drums were reaching out to say
Silently we joined the pagan circle
A curl of shadowy shapes just yesterday
A fire burned bright it’s flames licked ever higher
The light was fading fast across the way
The whispering knights were riding off to Compton
Heralding the end of one long day

The speaking stick was moving on the far side
We joined to breath and fury from those who
Were giving it some welly from their belly
A song a bardic ode which one are you
Witches hats and pagan cloaks and bright
Illumination
Jungle lions and skeletons
All filled with pure elation

Then we watched a ritual of offerings to the fire
This and that and wine and salt
As flames licked ever higher
Then the names of those to be remembered
On a scroll
were offered of the embers
A flare a cascade of soul

Then the drummers took their stand
Caterpillar tea
Not the blend that I am use to
Not the tea for me
Others didn’t comprehend the lyrics to be sure
Of what to sing about and so we drummed
For evermore

The light by this time had gone down
And the moon was fighting hard
With waves of clouds all trying
To knock the moon off guard
Clearly it was a struggle
One moon lots of clouds
But in the course of a little time
The ugly smoky shrouds
Were gone and the moon was shining
Giving us her light
But the ground was cutting up a lot
A proper starlit night

We left the Samhain circle
By now the cold was set
We had got wet there earlier
And hadn’t really let
The blood come back to our fingers
And our toes were pretty cold
So we went and sat beside the fire
And in its embers rolled

This was an opportunity
To meet up many who
The recently departed
And the ancient ones who do
Send their spirits to us
At Samhain every year
And you could feel their closeness
As you wiped away each tear

Sparklers and incense were burned
Their starlit light
Splashing through directions
Each lit up the night
The kings men must have wondered
What these folk did today
But anyhow protected us
Our true respects did pay

Yule will be at Stonehenge
Thats something to look forward too
To soak up all that history
And to come together as we do
Veronica resplendent leading the ritual she
Stands there ever present
With her aura constantly
Brighter and regarded
Emanating light
Drawing in the positive
Energy at roll right.

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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