June Poems

Jun 3rd, 2014 | By | Category: Martin Pallot

June……..the magical mid-point….the pause within the breathing of the year. A time of both Sun and Moon. And the memory of a white horse on a high hill..

LITHA
This path leads to
The songs of moon dream woods.

The many blessings
Of the sun
Are long remembered
In the roots of trees.

But deep within
The emerald dappled glades
Of oak and ash and thorn,
There waits a sylvan magic,
Where tales and visions
From the shadow lands
Between the dark and light,
May sometimes last
Beyond the bounds
Of shortest night.

While in the circle
Of the standing stones,
The sunlight pauses,
Warming earth’s old bones;

As if unwilling to obey,
The distant call of shortest day.

MOON SONG.
Sunrise,
And the golden notes
Of Pan,
Are chorused out
Across the waking world.
But washed within a thousand
Trills of sound,
And moving westward
Faster than the dawn,
They pale into a lighter tone;
And so become
The silver song,
That sings the moon
To sleep.

HORSE
Wild heart,
Dreaming
In the caves of prehistory.

Beloved of the four winds,
You, running,
Drum your way
Across the Earth.

Bearer of the Sun,
With fire in your veins
And dawn in your eye,
Heaven rides upon your back
You carry the cosmos
In your belly.

A white horse,
On a high hill,
Never still.

Far running,
High headed,
Lively hearted,
Broad breasted,
Strong legged,
Wind walker.

You gallop through our minds
And our mythologies,
Hooves
Sparking fire
In our imaginings.

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Bright Blessings

One Comment to “June Poems”

  1. Love the prehistoric horse depicted on the cave wall, drumming feet running in the winds and across the hills. Horses are such an important part of our land and landscape. Shame they’re so expensive to keep these days! (I used to work with horses, but can’t afford to own one at present).

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