Longest Day

Gold cherry

By onemorething

Sat, 20 Jun 2020
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Light the fires,

spread the ashes -

our faces will illuminate with truths,

it has rained

in leaden storms that have amassed

at the parting of my hair, and yet

softening; tendrils of love

are unfurling.

All the obstacles we have overcome;

we will leap the flames,

but it will be no proof against witches.

The oak leaf, the green wood,

the resilience of the holly - 

a trading of goddesses,

the motion of a star;

the sun is fickle and

always changing its mind.

Now a reversal,

the triumph of bright,

the rise of darkness

ebbs and flows.

It can feel like a kairotic moment,

but dissipates

in the way that words are slippery -

these are the variables of hope. 

 

Image from pixabay. Painting also on Twitter from here: 

https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Karl_Nordström_Midsummer_Bonfires_in_Stormy_Weather_Thielska_301.tif

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Comments

Submitted by drew_gummerson on

Loved it! 

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh, good, that makes me happy. Thanks Drew. :)

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

What a flickery poem! I didn't know the word Kairotic (you and Luigi are swelling my vocabulary like anything) but it is PERFECT  for the feeling of bonfires, they always seem momentous, the light like an armour you feel will protect you in surrounding darkness full of challenges. Only it doesn't come with you. Slippery, as you say. \full of dark magic, this one

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Di! And well, it was a solstice, the perfect time for a little magic to slip into a poem. Glad you liked kairotic too, a good word. Thanks for reading it. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I missed this on Saturday, so I'm very glad it was highlighted - a very well deserved pick, and I hope you don't feel hungover this morning Onemore. If it's gin for the golden cherries, what do you drink when you get poem of the week? smiley

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Oh good, glad you liked it. And erm, poem of the week, just a posher gin cocktail perhaps. I am quite partial to a negroni. :)