Trinity A corner
\nOf Harrow
\nAfternoon
\nWe had actually found the place
\nSo that was opportune<\/p>\n
First impressions
\nOld
\nA private bar and a big TV
\nUpstairs to another bar
\nA private place where we<\/p>\n
Met Mary, and some of her friends
\nA truly gentle space
\nTransformed by the faery touch
\nOf Mary’s sweet embrace
\nHer motherland of magic
\nA hostelry of sorts
\nA sanctum for survivors
\nImmersed in kindred thoughts<\/p>\n
Walls of Summer red, candles and a Rook
\nAn owl guarding the cauldron
\nIt had that mystic look
\nThrows and cushions scattered
\nIn a wholly wholesome ring
\nThe circle of contentment
\nIn honesty did bring<\/p>\n
True substantiality
\nAnd a need that we could feel
\nA measure for the sabbats
\nDid majestically reveal
\nA calmness and an ethos
\nIn a touchy feely way
\nOf bringing folk together
\nOn what was this special day<\/p>\n
Opening the quarters
\nTo the goddesses for they
\nWere summoned and were welcomed
\nIn a diagnostic way
\nChants and songs and graceful prose
\nReflections of the whole
\nA singing voice of genuineness
\nThat pitched into each soul<\/p>\n
With a freshness of sincerity
\nInventive to a tee
\nThe one and only Mary
\nSang her songs so beautifully<\/p>\n
A many layered rital
\nAffirmative and true
\nReflecting many mediums
\nAdvancing through and through<\/p>\n
A merger of creative thought
\nA mellowing of soul
\nharmonious decisions
\nAll part of the whole
\nA kind of deep unveiling
\nAn embryonic tear
\nCommencing with a purpose
\nThat felt so very clear<\/p>\n
The pledges spoken out aloud
\nThe written one’s then burned
\nAnd placed into the trusty urn
\nTransformed in fact and turned
\nInto a ashen glorification
\nA tale of true repose
\nSanctioned by the ancestors
\nWhose transientness grows<\/p>\n
Rue the druidess performed her rights
\nIn fleeting fullness she
\nClad in white as driven snow
\nBehold her majesty
\nEnduring were we onlookers
\nIn a constant refrain
\nAn uninterrupted intercourse
\nWith everything to gain<\/p>\n
Robin green elk’s poem
\nWas held in high esteem
\nRead out by Vish who took it upon himself
\nTo shine, the team
\nClearly all unshakable
\nCaught in the slipstream<\/p>\n
Then we heard the druid bard
\nTalk of Gaia’ gift
\nWith his roar of golden dandelions
\nAnd their extra sensory lift
\nTheir stalwart and potent
\nStaying power
\nThe milk witch as they be
\nDriving through roadside battlefields
\nTo create equality<\/p>\n
The goddesses were with us
\nTheir energy and power
\nChannelled through
\nThe positive
\nThe compulsion of each hour<\/p>\n
Veiled and with desiring
\nA quiescence one could feel
\nA soothing exaltation
\nHeightening the real<\/p>\n
Each of us us were given
\nA glass pebble of green
\nWith a silence held within it
\nAnd an all important sheen<\/p>\n
The verdure of the victorious
\nThe olivine display
\nThe abundance of the morrow
\nAnd our vision for today.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Trinity A corner Of Harrow Afternoon We had actually found the place So that was opportune First impressions Old A private bar and a big TV Upstairs to another bar A private place where we Met Mary, and some of … Continue reading