Sol sistere
So. The sun stands still.
And for half a heartbeat
The year is balanced
Like a coin on its edge.
On the sarsen-studded hill
They watch the light
Flare round the hele stone
As white-robed priests
Chant Alban Hefin incantations
In a strange, forgotten tongue.
Then the clock ticks
And tips us over
To start the long slow roll
Down into darkness
Where Alban Arthan waits
Crowned with holly, bound in iron.
Very atmospheric Nick.
I was reading a poem this morning by a friend who lives in South Australia. Her poem celebrates the winter solstice. Your poem provides me with the contrast
David
Thanks, David – I’d be really interested to read your friend’s poem; where can I find it?
You can find her work Nick at http://tikarmavodicka.wordpress.com
Many thanks, my friend – I’ve just been over and had a look. It’s a fine piece of work; always exciting to discover a new voice.
Hi Nick, lovely poem 🙂 Midsummer is an inspiration alright 🙂
Thank you, Ina – it’s definitely a magical moment. Just ask Shakespeare!
A very fine and beautiful piece on the Summer Solstice. I’m glad I stopped by to read.
Despite my being in the south I could still feel the warmth radiating from your beautifully penned words and the magic one feels come mid-summer.
Thankyou for sharing. 🙂
Hi TIkarma – thank you so much for your visit, and your generous comment. I love your work, too, and I’ve added you to my blogroll. Look forward to reading more!
“The year is balanced..Like a coin on its edge.’ this is one of those lines you wished that you had written…brilliant poem.
Generous as ever, Charles – thank you so much.