A Midsummer Night's DreamHere come the born-again.
Standing stones are waiting for them,
Solemn circle of vaulted vigilance,
Dragged and raised in the lithic times,
Dedicated to calibrated celebration.
Here come the free-again.
Hearts are warmed by the druidic light,
As they were in the sleeping dragon-past,
Our long night banished by the longest day,
Pray we find solace in the summer solstice.
Poetry by Christopher Fernie
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Written on 2021-02-23 at 12:27
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