Tag: pagan
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The Ritual – A Sketch, A Poem, An Anthropology
As the sun dipped beneath the mountains, they would gather in hushed anticipation. A single bell would chime, resonating into the darkening sky as twinkle sparkling little stars gave rise. That’s when they came. To plant themselves. Into flat beds Aloft on legs… …seated upon cushions, they communed with the essence of their surroundings, absorbing…
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Ostara is Icumen In: A Poem
Summer is a wild time of endless gaiety; A lazy, balmy, mild time; of human laxity. Of days with cares abandoned beside a socky shore, And breeze-swept, heathered stretches of Scotland’s ageless moor.