Moon Dance
Once…
under a star washed ocean in
ring stone round we’d dance. Skyclad
amongst moonbeam and meadow sweet,
hand in hand round a bonfire of blessed aromas
rhythmically swaying to the drumming beat
with the sky beneath our feet.
In groves of Oak with mistletoe we’d invoke
sprits of the past and otherworldly folk.
Spinning like Jenny’s in our widdershins jig
Moon-dancing with posy, branch and twig.
With our environment in ecstasy complete
all the time with the sky beneath our feet.
The wayward children of Mother Earth
used to listen to the night when it spoke
in shadow tongue. As times wheel turned
her song was never heard, bonfires no longer burned
our declaration of indifference
well earned
and Gods we no longer greet
with the sky beneath our feet.
© P Williams 2005
Best,
Carolyn
Chuck
I read this once, then before I reviewed, I was drawn back to read again.
I related to this, almost as though, I had been given these very thoughts, and left them in drydock.
Excellent work, and Thanks for sharing it.
Lisa
Really great images, and atmosphere.
Wonder what the Romans made of it when they built the 303?
I love the mood and the colorful visuals, very vibrant!
the last lines really are spectacular!;-)
Love,Eileen
This is exquisite, such beautiful, soothing and warm images, you certainly have a way with words. This left me quite breathless and a tremendous sense of freedom. But alas, as you say, "when we were wiser" how sad that life overtakes us far too quickly. Thoroughly enjoyed this Paul, keep the golden quill flowing :)
warm hugs
Elga
Love Through Cricket or Not!!
Tinka