Solstice Surrender

[Irish Bard]

Bit late for Summer Solstice but...


Solstice Surrender
Light thrown, warmth sown.
Fields sprinkled with bliss.
Sol seizes her solstice crown
But silence haunts the chorus.

Golden net wide and thick
Stretched across the cold quiet,
Soothe the air like perfumed silk
Fabric strained and tight.

Her flame’s focus waxes full
Makes memories with its rays
Of dances in sun blushed dells
For coming ice pinched days.

She bursts with triumph
At her moment of splendour.
She pushes the stirring sigh
Forcing night into a corner.

Sol accepts her slow decline
With practiced poise and grace.
She frets as we throw our time
From her watch point in space.

Till the soil, gather memories.
The luxury of thickest light
Holds fast to its promise,
To relinquish to the night.

(Artwork - Brightness of the Day by Alphonse Mucha)

 

[Silsebyl]

Sol as a She, I love this! In Germany she is a She anyway, but somehow the ubiquitous esoteric opinion, that the sun has to be male, partly ruined my natural and good feeling towards her as female. 'The luxury of thickest light' feels like honey to me ... Thank you

... and I love Mucha, by the way.

 

[Irish Bard]

Sol as a She, I love this! In Germany she is a She anyway, but somehow the ubiquitous esoteric opinion, that the sun has to be male, partly ruined my natural and good feeling towards her as female. 'The luxury of thickest light' feels like honey to me ... Thank you

... and I love Mucha, by the way.

Those kind words really are appreciated and I'd like to humbly thank you.