The longest day
Was wild
Was fun
With number one
My precious son
Who charms
And smiles
And plays
And whiles
Away the day
That stretches
Until the very fabric
Of dusk is
Thin
Like ancient parchment
On which is scribed
The secrets of
The universe
Then waking post solstice:
Rain and gloom and
Fog and doom and
Mundane madness
Mot, plug faulty,
Purse empty
Child grumpy
Bed lumpy; weak cup of tea…
A headache grows
And blows the beauty
Out of mind
But stay, and pray;
What is that stray
Beam of beauty
Falling through my curtain?
Lugh’s promise: Balor’s gaze.
A vow of brighter days.
I smile, and blues are fading
In the haze.
Copyright 24th June 2015
Image credit: This Photo by Unknown Author is licensed under CC BY-SA
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About the Author:
Mabh Savage is a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist.
She is the author of A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors and Pagan Portals – Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways.
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