After the Solstice

Here in merrie old Englande we have just celebrated the summer soltice which is a very significant time for spiriteful people such as myself and pagans or hippys as they are commonly known as in towns where people who work in ofices, like battry hens, don't understand them and have never seen a proper oak tree just those thin things that councils grow. Midd summer solstice is a special festival for people who believe in love and oneness as i do) and like tie dyed robes [as i do ) and medicinal herbs and scented candles that can cleanse your aura holistically though they are not as cheap as a glade plug in.

The summer soltice is very meaningful to passionate light worker such as I. It is the mid summer celebration of the longest day of the year. Many people visit the medival monumoment that is stone henge (see picture below) which was designed in the middle ages as a nocturnal colandar for ancient Iron age people to sacrifice preists and worship the daylight especially on the most impotant day, midsummer. (not to be confused with Midsummer murders - sorry about that).
This video montage is very good though i recomend that you watch it fullt though ive gone of the point on a tangent like Ronnie corbett in a golf jumper doing a moanalong in a big chair.

So mid summers day has now past meaningfully behind us into history and we are now moving twoards the autumn equinoxe and then winter when people who are light sensitive like me get a bit depressed so it is sad but necessary rolling on of time and tides and the seasons of the wonderful world that we all live on like germs on a pinhead. Soon it will be cold and dark and we shall go wassailing.

summer solstice pictures

So, in celebration of the just past solstice i have written the following poem for your to share with your worldly tribe and I hope it will inspite you to be a better person than you were before this momentous moment of the year.

After the Solstice by helene Smithee

Lay lady laylines you have lain your languid love on me

like Bob Dylans words, blowing in the wind

or in a big brass bed divining preistly majik of the skies

we have awoken, early, to the dawning of the longest day

to worship at an alter the suns highest high

when we return imp like to the green gardens of mother earth

frolicking in this season of fatness and fruit

playing 'Greensleeves' on a flute

or twanging at a mandarin like Sting

we will sing and chant

we will dance,

naked in the mid summer moonlight 

like milkmaids on wash day 

our robes a drying in the hedgerows

and our breasts bouncing about like berries

without the purpleness.

We celebrate the rotunda of the earth

like Alan Wicca joining hands in a basket chair from the 1970s

we swing and tell stories as our ancestors did before and before and before

round and round and round and round

it is dizzying so, bedazzling light of summers bounty

and we shall sow our seed and pray to the heavens

for all fertile things to leaven

in the cycle of life that never ends

The powerful sun is at its zenith
listening to REMs 'Whats the freaquency Kenneth" (only joking!!!!!!!!!)

this is the climax of all that was spring

a day for stonge henge to wear some bling

and spiritual souls where e'er ye be

SING!

wicca pictures
`UPDATE 

UPDAT: 19th June 2015. 
Since i wrote this blog i have become a musician and a song writer and so have profduced a song / spoken word piece version of this poem to celebreate the solstic. it is now availabale on my bondcamp. Here is the video.