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Post Solstice Blues

January, 2019

The
longest day

Was
wild

Was
fun

With
number one

My
precious son

Who
charms

And
smiles

And
plays

And
whiles

Away
the day

That
stretches

Until
the very fabric

Of
dusk is

Thin

Like
ancient parchment

On
which is scribed

The
secrets of

The
universe

Then
waking post solstice:

Rain
and gloom and

Fog
and doom and

Mundane
madness

Mot,
plug faulty,

Purse
empty

Child
grumpy

Bed
lumpy; weak cup of tea…

A
headache grows

And
blows the beauty

Out
of mind

But
stay, and pray;

What
is that stray

Beam
of beauty

Falling
through my curtain?

Lugh’s
promise: Balor’s gaze.

A
vow of brighter days.

I
smile, and blues are fading

In
the haze.

Copyright
24th June 2015

Image credit: This Photo by Unknown Author is licensed under CC BY-SA

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About
the Author:

Mabh
Savage
 is
a Pagan author, poet and musician, as well as a freelance journalist.

She
is the author of 
A
Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors

and Pagan
Portals – Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways
.

A Modern Celt: Seeking the Ancestors on Amazon

Pagan Portals – Celtic Witchcraft: Modern Witchcraft Meets Celtic Ways On Amazon