Imbolc (72 lines) ritual at clearwell

Iron ore and ochre
Thats what they get
4500 years of real sweat
Thousands of acres of trees
Everywhere
ST Briavels Royal Forest Of Dean
All can share

Deep in the rocks we are
Down here today
Yellow and purple and red and dark grey
Deposits around us
And we are all here
To perform, our ritual
For imbolc its clear

It just feels so special
In caverns below
Where hard working miners
Whose vigour and blow
Before us were given
Their hard work and strain
And we have come back here
Hoping to gain

Here in the candle light
And the workings of old
We all have a role
In the emptiness sold
Each indentation and furrow we see
Proven of hard graft
And what it means to be

Now underground theres a closeness
We feel
Vaulted and arched
Its so moving and real
In the bowels of the earth
Bridget perhaps
The goddess she be
And in us she claps

Her eyes those bright eyes
Goddess eyes on us all
Robed up and knowing
Down here we walk tall
We hestitate seldom
To murmur a while
With our head torches on
We can all reccncile

Magnetite hematite
Its all down here
Clearwells been cleared well
There is nothing to fear
Here in the underground
So many lights
That’s fire for our goddess
In our circle of rights

With the snow drops a Peeping
And crocuses too
With a blue sky sbove
And a the river in view
With the lambs needing fresh milk
Which mums can provide
For the first breath of SPRING
For the very first tide

We in the darkness perhaps soon beyond
In the light of the sun
Buds are a popping the days will get longer
Blossoms will flourish
The light will get stonger
The sacred cycles on to Beltaine
And into mid summers
Great warming refrain

Poem for tomorrows ritual