Sun in Cancer solstice sunrise rollrights stones

witnessing the phenomena

of the sunrise

from the Kings Stone,

monolith  of old

in that field a vantage point

was chosen

the sky about

a miracle to behold


since the 14th century


have  played out rituals

at sabatts and we

followed in the footsteps of our ancients

family members

Transported there to see


the sky resembling waters of the  ocean

Neolithic aura’s seemingly

swept into our minds eyes

a great palette

the moon and sun both

in the sky and we


mere mortals

in our pagan realms

all sharing

what our long lost families possibly

did see

oolitic limestone  by a monolith

known as the kings stone

and there were we


and there we stood


was high

and gradually the sky


as new light streamed uncontrollably

and we understood

very early morning

light flooding through to show

fields of wheat and groves of trees

descending as we know



half light, gloaming

a spectacular  affair

an intensity was building

illumination yielding


all aflame with radiant air


darkness had given way

To the abberation

a highly coloured patterning

we saw

sentinels of softness

alabaster chalky white

striations garnet cherry

and lots more


a flush a blush

a cinnamon glow on high

developing cadmium yellow

a cornflower blue and why

powder blue and  sapphires

gems remarkable

marbled veined and pretty

from on high


a patchwork

of  such dancing light apparent

grandcstanding the onlookers

full of glee

kaleidesoopic, gentle pearls of wisdom

fast horizons everyone will see


honestly a true representation

For  every door or lock

we have a key.

myriads of colours every which way

rollrights circle

took on so much light

the moles they had been busy

with their purposeful energy


the  sky it  came alive

for , all to see

carmine cochineal

and roses ruddy

a firery standoff

emitting relevancy



rose coloured peach

the little rainbow colourings

looking at the sun

we knew our role

to watch

to gaze

to be mesmerised

for certain

turquoise a bright halo

wrapped in gold

woad and other shades of purest colour

borrowed from the kings

and  queens of old



spirited, we  watched

the sun evolving

proudly sending light beams


diadems of merriment

and laughter

summer Solstice

so good to be there


bodying forth and eminence of grandeur

a drumming swirling lass

took on her role

scintillating revelatory wisdom

mastery was clearly in control


no sorcerer alive could mimic surely

the Sun  and all  its radiance galore

getting back the dream Alas I had  woken

i just  felt sad it was over

to my core.

















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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