Your sneezes are lyrical
A sign of the spirits
And the pollen is high
Walking the ancient path from the first village
Older even than the stonehenge
Which lies ahead of us
as we journey
Up a steady incline,
to the west
The old track
Bordered by cornfields and meadows
Where the wheat is green
But growing, splashed by cornflowers
A reminder of the fallen
The green turned red,
first one then gangs of lads together
In a line from the great hymn to the sun
Which is sinking into the red
When it sets “in the western horizon
The world is in darkness,
In a state of death
Sleepers are in their rooms,
Heads covered, no eye sees another …
The darkness is a tomb,
And the earth lies numb,
Its creator has indeed set in the horizon”
We walk to King Barrow ridge
Hello to the line of buried renown
Enjoying their view to the henge
Where time is ticked off by the
Sun striking the sun stone
Another age passes since their rule
To the west the first star appears
Lyra, the harp carrying eagle
And twin souled Vega so bright
Or is it Cygnus, the swan
Who brings the sun on her swift wings
From her place in the sky
The public triangle,
From which the sun will emerge
“All of us in foreign lands
Are kept alive by him
You place a Nile in the sky,
That it might descend to them,
With waves beating the mountains like the seas
To water the field with what they need”
The hours pass and still we are there
The third hour of the night,
The moon has risen and skimmed the sky
And as dawn comes is sinking
Burning Red into the west
Time to walk down through the dragon’s breath
The misty hollows
to the celestial hub
The stone pole about which all turns
To join thousands more
In hope of a golden dawn.
The first chink of white hot light on the horizon
Then a powerful rising,
The fiery eye of god is on us
And as the poet Saphho spoke
“Like a god he seemed to me.”
“And the world comes into being from your gesture,
As you created it.
When you rise they live.”
Rejuvenated we return through the fields
Now moist, the mist lying
On silver spider webs
Back to the king who is resting
to bring the good news
He already knows.