Post Winter Solstice Blues
*’Knackered’ is a British slang term meaning ‘extremely tired’, in this context anyway.
Put away the crackers,
Can’t you see I’m knackered*?
Too many ‘small’ sherries
So many Holly berries!
It isn’t Solstice any more
So clear the fake snow off the floor
Sweep the hearth and lock the door.
No more carols, no more knocks;
No more callers: check the locks!
Pull down festive Solstice Socks.
But leave the ivy, leave the oak
Leave the promises we spoke
To truly honour Sol’s return
To let the midnight fires burn
To cherish love and cherish hope
Even though right now I just can’t cope
With sales and queues and counting cash
January’s cold, mad dash…
Banish the blues, dare to smile,
After all, ‘tis Imbolc,
In but a little while.
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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.
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