Full, fertile glow, swelling summer moon, tastes of suckled honey 'round the lea low. Litha wings bud, like breasts on humans breech, joining her are sisters, braiding floral wreaths; crowning of the sunrise, as old lyrics ring, holding hands Light dances, her dew breath moistly sings. Ripe, the fairies frolic, then kiss the earth below, without their spirits blessing solstice dares not flow. ~ Glad Midsommar ~
*Please enjoy some Midsommar (Summer Solstice) music by clicking on the link "Litha" in the text above*
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
Ah, wish I'd read this a couple of days ago, spot on!
This is a wonderful and poetic Midsommar romp! Loved it!
That's very wonderful. :3
This, my friend, is fantastical. Let’s get to kissin the Earth :-)
Magical , do I need to say more? 🧚♀️🧚♂️🧜♀️🧜♂️💗
Oh wow, this was so magical and mesmerising! I loved it!
Love the rhythm of this and the evocative language you've used. So strong and creative in such a short piece! Well done, ROCK!