The Making And Unmaking Dance

Ian R Thorpe By Ian R Thorpe, 9th Jul 2014 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/1b9r2y_8/
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A bit late for this years solstice but a good starting point for my eightfold Year sequence which celebrates the pagan cycle of the seasons as celebrated by the celts and Gothic tribes of northern Europe. This poem is not about the solstice specifically but the everlasting cycle of life, death, decay, remaking and r.ebirth. The rhythm (a Scottish or Irish reel)and unusual rhyming technique intend to reflect that

The midsummer solstice.

According to some people the most important day of the year for those who worship 'the old gods'. The summer solstice, the longest day is when the conquering sun is at his strongest but also the point when the dark god begins his pushback that will result after the autumnal equinox in darkness gaining the ascendency once more.
"Humankind has to get back to the rhythm of the Cosmos"
D. H. Lawrence



In midsummer’s solstice rite
light triumphs over dark.
The sun-king in his glorious prime
climbs to his highest mark.
In turn the darkness will advance,
begin another round of dance
across the celestial arc.

Within rhythm’s easy fluxion
destruction is prescribed.
All things come to reduction,
from corruption all things rise.,
To the beat of a joyous reel
the endless turning of the wheel
binds that which all things comprise.

Written in night sky the reasons
seasons must turn in their dance.
Unmaking old and making new,
few permutations left to chance.
All things have their opposite,
thus may all life procreate
and perpetuate the sequence.

Now for this cycle’s generation
consummation is the goal.
Partners move, station to station
in formation around the pole.
Every egg and seed and spore
carries within its living core
a unique segment of the whole.


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The Making and Unmaking Dance

In midsummer’s solstice rite
light triumphs over dark.
The sun-king in his glorious prime
climbs to his highest mark.
In turn the darkness will advance,
begin another round of dance
across the celestial arc.

Within rhythm’s easy fluxion
destruction is prescribed.
All things come to reduction,
from corruption all things rise.,
To the rhythm of a joyous reel
the endless turning of the wheel
binds all that which we cognize.

Written in night sky reasons
seasons must turn in their dance.
Unmaking old and making new,
few permutations left to chance.
All things have their opposite,
thus may all life procreate
and perpetuate the dance.

Now for this cycle’s generation
consummation is the goal.
Partners move, station to station
in formation around the pole.
Every egg and seed and spore
carries within its living core
a unique segment of the whole.

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Pagan, Poem, Poem On Nature, Poems For The Soul, Poetry, Solstice, Stonehenge

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author avatar Ian R Thorpe
Born Manchester UK, 1948. varied early career from clerk via construction site worker and street trader to I T consultant. Performance poet, broadcaster, fiction writer and essayist on many topics.

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author avatar Utah Jay
10th Jul 2014 (#)

I enjoyed this.

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author avatar Ian R Thorpe
10th Jul 2014 (#)

Thanks, I didn't know I'd posted it twice. Oh well, helps put across the feeling of a repeating dance sequence I guess :-)

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