A rather grey and sombre morning
\nGreeted us as Stone Henge rose
\nSlowly from its dismal slumber
\nits welsh bluestones and sarson nose
\nSheep were Tasting verdant grasses
\nsacred for these guys
\nIt lacked its normal definition
\nbut despite that peoples eyes<\/p>\n
Were drawn to The stark grey morning
\nAnd Dampness it was there
\nThe grass was a kind of an apple green
\nOn this patchwork quilted scene
\nWe all met up eventually
\nAt the henge centre where we
\nJoined the group now waiting
\nFor the buses we could see<\/p>\n
Young Draig took his shepherding
\nJob
\nSeriously as he
\nRounded up the druids
\nSo everyone could be
\nReally all together
\nso All of us were there
\nAnd nobody would be missing
\nAnd The solstice ritual share<\/p>\n
Lots and lots of tourists
\nWith their video’s and phones
\nClearly also interested in being near
\nThe stones
\nBut seeing all these robed up souls
\nClearly excited by
\nGetting snap shots of us all
\nAs they came on by<\/p>\n
We really were a colourful crowd
\nWith holly and ivy displays
\nWith lots of Yule Tide splendour
\nAll the yuletide ways
\nAn air of spontaneity
\nAnd inspirational thought
\nBeing led into the sanctum
\nReally being caught
\nUp in all that energy
\nIt all was unrehearsed
\nIts where instinct takes over
\nWhere you really feel that burst<\/p>\n
Aa we all formed a nice circle
\nThe inclusion and the grace
\nAll the happy faces
\nWithin this magickal space
\nGuarded by stone sentinels
\nWhose intention seemed clear
\nWe each would hold a crock of gold
\nAnd knew we need not fear<\/p>\n
We joined hands determining
\nTo earmark by design
\nA deliberateness to focus
\nAnd on this joy just dine
\nMythago came from Sussex
\nThe minstrels of the dance
\nTheir stories and their music
\nWere never left to chance<\/p>\n
The druids and their visitors
\nRobed up and looking great
\nColourful and seasonal
\nAnd their randomness did rate
\nHighly in our picture
\nSurrounded by the stones
\nThe history the ancestors
\nAnd our standing on ancient bones<\/p>\n
OUr wise archdruid Veronica
\nPreambled by desire
\nAnd took us through the ritual
\nAnd again that inner fire
\nOf being was within us all
\nA child naming ceremony
\nFor Aurora Mae.be was soon in play
\nAnd all of us could be<\/p>\n
Part of this it was open
\nA memorable event
\nWith the family and the druids
\nAnd all our hearts were lent
\nBaptised with the earth
\nThe air the fire
\nThe water too
\nAll the essential elements
\nFor the spirits to imbue<\/p>\n
I know I felt that energy
\nAs an old man journeying on
\nAnd Aurora Mae.be will hear one day
\nWhen all of us are gone
\nPerformed with utter gentleness
\nThe gravity though was there
\nVeronica and Tina providing
\nAll the care<\/p>\n
Then the initiations
\nTo each of them we say
\nThat feeling deep down in your soul
\nWill never go away
\nKneeling on that stool
\nThe sword placed
\nWhere it had to be
\nWitnessed by the friendly throng
\nWas heartfelt history<\/p>\n
And Cab the great sword bearer
\nStood by her where he be
\nAnd Had his handy scabbard
\nAiding Veronica carefully<\/p>\n
Admirable and creditable
\nAnd beneficial too
\nReally unsurpassable
\nFor in essence very few
\nAttain this glorious honour
\nAnd in stepping over the chord
\nYou enter the realms of druidry
\nTo be your due reward<\/p>\n
The OAK king and the Holly king
\nStepped up to the plate
\nTo duel for the great honour
\nBut the Holly King would wait
\nHe was soon sedated
\nHis legs up in the air
\nHelped up by four sweet damsels
\nTo realise and share<\/p>\n
Volunteers were then called
\nTo serve the food and wine
\nAs jack frost in the background
\nWas taking his first shine
\nAnd gently he was reminding us
\nHow cold we all could feel
\nSome had reached the shivering stage
\nWhat a sip of mead can reveal<\/p>\n
The bard spoke of the trees
\nThe birch native to our land
\nAnd reminded us of its qualities
\nTo help us understand
\nDruidry how druids the ancient oak revere
\nWith Bards it is the paper Birch for them it is very clear
\nThe Ovates are drawn to the beloved YEW
\nAnd devining water the Hazel too<\/p>\n
Then spoke a little about the Birch
\nHaving conducted some research
\nHe lived in Berkhamsted where The birch does grow
\nAnd unconsciously knew of its flow<\/p>\n
Enter Mythago from Sussex they
\na bully bunch of folks who play
\nClad in rag and ribbon
\nIn black and yellow and red
\none narrates the story line
\nThe Kings men roll rights stones
\nHe said<\/p>\n
Lots of deep down energy really from them all
\nAnd they were simply marvellous
\nsucceeding as they do
\nIn dance and shouts and bells a ringing
\nOne has to take a view
\nOf the inner sanctum they
\nRevive the truly and splendid music
\nof a bygone day<\/p>\n
The medieval thrust and jaunt
\nToe tapping on a crusty day
\nHeroes and villians and witches
\nWar bands so to say
\n5 parts they illustrated
\nWith the utmost energy
\nPlayed out live for all of us
\nAnd the corvids too to see<\/p>\n
The crows high in the crevices
\nWho fly around as we
\nExperience the solstice
\nUp there yea they be
\nPerhaps some are ancestors
\nOf long Long ago
\nCome back to share the story line
\nAnd just be in the flow<\/p>\n
THen we had the speaking stick
\nPoems and songs galore
\nIntroductions from far and away
\nBut all of them were sure
\nAnd confident and noteworthy
\nAnd I thought very clear
\nThe auditory quality amazing
\nFor all there we could hear<\/p>\n
We all then sang a carol
\nPlayed expertely by
\nThe player with the violin
\nWho was able to apply
\nAnd so we sang the holly and the ivy
\nCollectively
\nTook photo’s and then left the sacred stones
\nRemarkably <\/p>\n
joyous pumped and happy
\nFor getting ready too
\nDivest ourselves of our robes and staffs
\nAnd re enter the world anew<\/p>\n
Old faces and new faces
\nIt was good to meet you all
\nThere were clearly much joy in the hearts
\nAnd minds and we did haul
\nOurselves in the tasting of mead and ginger wine
\nThrough the shop and out into
\nthe
\nCafe Where some did then dine<\/p>\n
And Were clearly reminscing and taking it all in
\nit was a lovely afternoon
\nWhich would for some now underpin<\/p>\n
The togetherness and thought
\nOf amusement snd tranquility
\nFor afterall we sought
\nTo come together within the henge
\nAnd really to rejoice
\nAt what our minds have given us
\nThe beauty of our choice<\/p>\n
To don our robes and regalia
\nAnd set forth to be where
\nOur ancestors could be with us
\nAnd,to prove we all could share
\nThe humour and the pleasantry
\nThe music and the dance
\nAnd all the beautiful ladies
\nThat were not all there by chance<\/p>\n
I thought your costumes were wonderful
\nThe holly the mistletoe
\nThe kisses in abundance
\nThe joy that seemed to flow
\nAll that solstice effort
\nFrom Veronica and Dave
\nAnd the great coming together
\nOf our wonderful yule tide rave<\/p>\n
THankyou everybody for making it so special<\/p>\n
MYthago incidentally
\nComes from the genre fantasy
\nA novel written by Robert Holdstock
\nAbout the Huxley family
\nRelated to a tiny wood
\nAnd a mental abberation
\nA kind dryad creature
\nWith a great imagination<\/p>\n
Written in 1984
\nA certain myth was born
\nA fitting name for the fustian clad
\nWith their skeleton heads that warn
\nWith their drummers and the accordian
\nAnd the fiddle player too
\nThese are the morris dancers
\nWho worked the stories through<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A rather grey and sombre morning Greeted us as Stone Henge rose Slowly from its dismal slumber its welsh bluestones and sarson nose Sheep were Tasting verdant grasses sacred for these guys It lacked its normal definition but despite that … Continue reading