Rollrights ritual

Midway between the solstices

and the equinox’s

a cross quarter day

important as we know

Fairs, truces  and harvest days

All about the culmination

of the food we grow

yesterday at Rollrights

the creaking gate  when pushed

Exclaimed look out at the fields of gold

and an  August halo spread

the Rollright Stones resplendent

Lord of the waxing waning year

Lugh was ever present

at our ritual it was clear

the games we played of celebration

simply good to exercise

the competition of  each moment

egg and spoon and bean bag tossing

Claudia and Dawn became

wheat sheaf  Queens both champions

worthy of the sudden fame

the Gorsed games poems and stories

the Talking stick more stories there

the sun had etched a glorious moment

warm and sunlit  for all to   share

the feast of  mead and titbits gladly

we felt revived with much to please

13 of us clearly lucky

protected by the groves of trees

Bending inwards quite the haven

a sun trap for the birds and bees

quiet the moles no hills to speak of

an August day was bound  to please

rain had fallen before we started

and the leaves just added to the display

the growing cycle  evident

a true abundance  everywhere

and astronomical alignment

Lughnasedh saw passion shared

after all the wretched lockdowns

distancing and masks we felt

an awareness of each moment

seemingly the cards were dealt

laughter and a degree of joy

awareness of the surroundings there

Rollrights held its poignant message

of which today we were all aware.

Lovely to see Geoff and Deena

and Dawn’s first ritual as a member of the order