avebury - sept 22nd 2009

now is a day the mid solstice day and a day of change
a day when the natural rhythm of life and its forces
are turned against construction to decay
turned mither to terans wrath
a day when seven tears marked the passing of your love
when seven years had come and gone
and your skein stolen by the craft and duplicity of
mortal cunning means we are no longer one
i honour our love for this the last time on this earth
and slough my divine form for outline only and a human death
for the certainty of life without sun or sear
brings only wrath to a mortal sprites sphere

now is the day a chosen day clear as winter moons rippling silver bright
in union with the stripping, washing, cleansing of all vestige of that heritage
and appropriate that here one should mystic bathe or walk in homage
down the ancient track laid a tween gigantic myths
and shed the seven tears into the seventh river
and let the kennet slip, then roll, its waters to the seas
that with the mingled day and water ride out upon the oceans quest
for now the autumn tumult may begin its shear
as solsitice day is here

a day of change when pleasant was the walk down the lane of old paradise
where hills once clad as wood and passing lea are bare and open
a winter paradise of sparsity and open visions rolling off like seven tears
shed into the hazed horizon like lay lines skimming swifty forth
a day commemorate to joy, a day forsaken wrath

so tell me of their stones : i hear your distant question rolling in
rollicking, laughing at my folly mid the giagantic fools of rocks
the ancients turned in circles in the avebury ring
its tall trees a sombre silent, recluse for their darker shades
which with black rooks as shamen and guardians both look
on in muted anger at the desecration that has cruely torn its shape
its teeth and meaning pulled in anguish and scattered cross the dawn
oblique to sunsets that once determined every drop of blood and sweat
that cast its place amongst this greatest sanctuary here on blue green shores
with all its beauty and beauties flaws

is this a day upon which the womb of change does nurture new beginnings
and the winds of change that fire the hair into chords upon the melting sun
and blue flecked skies and winnowed clouds that sail in gracefull airy seas
and the body earth desires that change when old fires burned have burned their last
goodbye its chorus flames upon the evendusk a speck into the nightimes past
for who are we to know and meet and sparkle briefly in its blaze
where is its paramour consumed its honeyed heat displayed as all to brief a
candle to the distant places borne flickered out onto the hazed horizon
upon a day which time eyes on

so let us walk as if in nothing
let our souls be clear as glass upon the firmament
and our intentions be nothing but let us at least be kind upon this misshapen day
and accuse it not of being lame or scolding it for hampering our joys
let us walk hand in hand for but a moment more
an instant upon the passing years of stones
the passing tears that made them stand so brave against the oceans time has
thrust against their grey rough cast skins
and those that sloughed and fell or were carried off to be recast
or turned to dust let us honour them and form a ring
whereby our strength in union will allay the harms that fall upon this
meteored earth as its own skin of airs and waters all protect it from the
heavens testy bullets and the splintered shards of it or he or she

now is a day the mid solstice day and a day of change
when seven tears are cast and rolling in the seas they call back
reflected by the outer banks at avebury they do not intrude upon our mortal lives
unless we stand upon their mighty stones that day
to see the places and their voices far away






* contains references to the vestiges of culture remnant on the orkneys