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[aid] => mick
[title] => Sonnwend
[time] => 2005-06-20 08:14:24
[hometext] => A poem for summer solstice.
[bodytext] => The day approaches, the sun will soon stand still. I try to imagine my celebration, but the imagination is dry and dusty. My surrounding world has forgotten, such importance no longer matters. I long to be part of a culture centuries wise. I wish to belong to a world that sees the earth in its feminine glory, recognizes its ripe, full pregnant state. I would dance around the midsummer tree, flowers in my hair, grass between the bareness of my toes, toasting to the Honey Moon with a goblet of spiced honey wine. Perhaps I should be a Roman bride, and once again visit the Shrine of Vesta, feasting and dancing at the Festival of Vestalia. I wish to be a Celtic Druid performing mystical ceremonies, crowning a new Oak King. Or I could celebrate at the Ancient Gaul Feast of Epona, praising the maiden chosen for Epona, proudly seated upon the majestic mare, long hair falling down her back. Instead, I sit here, in my modern culture thinking about all the forgotten wisdoms. And I remember. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 51 [informant] => Winterland [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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