We shiver in a sunless solstice, soaked in rain
Whipped in on winds from the western sea;
The country cloaked in colourless cloud,
All mirth a memory, all merriment a mockery.
The fire flickers, the flame faint and fitful
As the cold comes creeping closer
And the little light that’s left to us is lost.
Our dreams are done. Dark days indeed.

3 thoughts on “Solstice

    • Thank you, John – I was inspired by hearing Prof Simon Armitage reading from his translation of ‘Sir Gawain and the Green Knight’ (which, if you haven’t read it, is highly recommended) on The Today Programme that morning. I really enjoy writing in the old Anglo-Saxon alliterative style now and again, but I always forget how deceptively tricky it is! N.

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