All The rain had brought such lushness
\nA realism that
\nThe sun had worked its magick
\nAnd we all knew we were at
\nStonehenge its that sweet caressing
\nLight depicting scene
\nemphasising pigments
\nYou so know that you have been<\/p>\n
wild roses soft and petally
\nClovers nibbled by
\nRabbits that come after dark
\nfor their tonic which is why
\nCreation laid before us
\nThe riches of the wild
\nA wondrous growing medium
\nTo excite our inner child<\/p>\n
The fortuitous arrangement
\nOf the stones atop the hill
\nAncient and proportional
\nA picture that does still
\nEvoke in mind and body
\nA true and calm embrace
\nAffirming all the positives
\nWith counterpoise and grace<\/p>\n
A wealth of gentle pagans
\nRobed up and ready they
\nCame together earnestly
\nFor the ritual of the day
\nThe purples and magenta’s
\nThe white, the gold, the green
\nAn artistic composition
\nTo put before the Queen <\/p>\n
of
\nFaeries Mab was somewhere
\nIn the verdure one just knows
\nHer dainty feet are bound to greet
\nThe fleeting flitting prose
\nYou could feel a rich ebullience
\nOf the souls of myriad charm
\nInvited from just everywhere
\nExcitement before the calm<\/p>\n
voices sticks a banging
\nThe Morris troopers they
\n“Styx of Stroud”.
\nClearly embowed
\nWith flashes and with sway
\nMaking our way around the
\nAncient burial site of old
\nIn a soft seclusion
\nIn a circle we could hold<\/p>\n
hands, we closed our eyes
\nAn energising drafts could feel
\nthe ancients and the modern
\na kind of neolithic reel
\nA kaleidescope of colours
\nEntrenched in modern day
\nGiving space to subsequence
\nQuietly we did pay<\/p>\n
Respects to the ancestors
\nWhere Youth and age create
\nA miasmic revelation
\nAnd a providential state
\nThe Holly King young (Simon) and the Oak
\nKing (Andy)did battle for a time
\nThey talked themselves into the fight
\nIt was well pitched and did climb<\/p>\n
Into quite a battle royal with the great OAK
\nBeaten, he
\nMade the fight exciting though for
\nall of us to be
\nPart of it a throwback to ancient times
\nWhere we
\nCreated this re-enactment
\nIn a ghostly reverie<\/p>\n
\u201cStyx of Stroud\u201dladies gents
\nFeathers and ribbons, they
\nEbony and verdant flashes
\nThe order of their day
\nSwishing wishing melodies
\nDance and trance and we
\nRealised their energy
\nWith a chance to also free<\/p>\n
Ourselves from all the stresses
\nThat occupy the world
\nCaught up in a kinetic sense
\nWhere outside it all we are hurled
\nIts like a tourist heaven
\nMany nations come
\nTelescopic lenses drawn
\nTo The Whistle and the drum<\/p>\n
Following transmission
\nOne and all aware
\nMelodic and so colourful
\nJust so many people there
\nAnd to be one of the Druids
\nRobed up and on our way
\nTo our ritual amongst the sacred stones
\nOn this warm summers day<\/p>\n
With all the verve and splendour
\nCajoled into the stream
\nOf consciousness arising
\nRe-living the dream
\nThe ritual of the initiates
\nSome from far away
\nWanting to join our merry band
\nAnd help to swell our day.<\/p>\n
They all went through
\nThe arch druid’s soft repose
\nWe all recall those feelings
\nThat tingle in the toes
\nFrom kneeling and from
\nCrossing the rope that helped us see
\nThe conversion from a watcher
\nInto living alchemy<\/p>\n
We also were then party
\nTo A renewal of vows
\nA permanence of spirit
\nThat destiny endows
\nCare and real togetherness
\nAnd the sharing From above
\nIn a Neolithic space and time
\nThe emphasis of Love<\/p>\n
A blessing and the morsals
\nThe honied mead so sweet
\nits all about polarities
\nAnd the pressure on our feet
\nOn such hallowed ground
\nWhere ancients have walked
\nAnd shared as we
\nWork our circle magick
\nIn our shared ubiquity<\/p>\n
The Bard he read his poem
\nIn front the dolmen tall
\nRagged from their great age
\nWhat if they should fall?
\nAgainst a bluish sky
\nfeeling disablement a pain
\nAnd a tear rolled slowly down his cheek
\nIn a lasting refrain<\/p>\n
Onto the opportunity
\nFor each of the players to
\nIntroduce themselves and give account
\nFor what they do
\nThe speaking stick involvement
\nIn the ritual we all share
\nPlayers in the sun light
\nHeard by all stood there<\/p>\n
Time it waits for no one
\nAnd our ritual at an end
\nWe left the neolithic
\nAnd to music did defend
\nOur right to be a procession
\nIn our robed attire
\nTo the beat of drum and whistle
\nAn accordian, the fire
\nThe spirit the vivacity
\nThe reverie of soul
\nBack into normality
\nObservant of our goal<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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