its all happening at clearwell
in the Forest of Dean
the Wye rolling viciously
brokering a scene
out of ancestral shadowings
the caves where the Iron Ore
is mined
a festival of ancient Celts
its where so many find
their calendar enriched
with ancientness where Society
agriculturally was pitched
the harvest ah!
-alignments of stars and sun
divided into quarters
a philosophy undone.
Coleford and its grotto’s
where bats find place to fly
In Gloucestershire a hidden place
Iron ore and ochre pigmentx be
now the candles flickering
winter we now say to thee
ewes in milk winters leaving us as we
do ritual here together
as Spring begins to be
harvest time the bluest skies
and the Cotsworld Order we
a throng of cultured robed up souls
on the sixth of February.
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.