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FOR MIDSUMMER MORNINGS PAST PRESENT AND YET TO COME.
If Only.
By ancient ways they gained the place By crooked road and stony, hollow way By ford and footpath, bridleway and drovers track By dawn’s shimmer And sunrises dazzlingly hued glad tidings.
We are the old ones, their pennants read Should anyone have been awake to see them The hills are our bodies, the valleys creases hide Our hidden secrets And life springs ever renewed from there.
Long shadows shimmered, danced and dangled ‘Cross cock crowed grass and rabbit run Morning, midsummer, and yet, if only we…… What then the difference Long centuries, now forgotten, might have made.
By ancient arts they blessed the place With censer, chalice, stick and stone By murmured prayer and chanted rhythm The beat of a small drum A throbbing heartbeat echoed exactly.
We are the old ones, their seers said Come again to this sacred place, this hilltop This windswept scarp with rooks and ravens Borrow the sharp edged wind And seize for long moments flight’s swooping ecstasy.
By ancient knowledge they healed the place Lore lost to all save a favoured few Killed by ignorance, by unquestioning acceptance Magic? It’s not the truth And none stood to challenge or deny them.
We are the old ones, they chanted together Come again to this windswept place, our cloaks Billowing, wallowing, huge as galleons sailing away Where eyes cannot see And the heart not grieve for what was lost.
We are the old ones, they reaffirmed their status You know us really, in your hearts, don’t you? Because we once were, so you are, and you can be On this midsummer Unknown echoes, remnants then, in our genes unheeded.
By ancients bles’t they hailed the sun With arms upraised, with joyous shout And the wind died, cowed by their power Sighing to a standstill Softly into the grasses under their feet.
We are the old ones they roared together, their yells Reverberating down the valley, rattling the trees Echoing in our unconsciousness disturbingly, threateningly Making us think, pause, worry and wonder What we might have been, if only if only if only………
© M...V. Wragg 8th May 2006 |