Verse for Ôstara, 2014.

(The Vernal Equinox (northern Hemisphere): 20 March 2014/ 1657UTC)


So when the Sun rises

In the East today
You will know that the
Hours that follow dawn
To dusk will equal those
From dusk to dawning
One single day’s length hence;
And that an egg placed
Round end down will
Stand erect and neither topple
One way nor the other.
Equinox. Equilux. Balance in time
And space. In this place.

Spring sunshine paints a pretty
Picture picking out the
Golden trumpets, the fresh purples,
Whites, yellows, blues of
Spring bulbs burst into completion
Announcing Spring is here.
With the winter lost and
Once more banished new
Green shoots, buds and leaves
Evidence Ôstara and her Handiwork.
Dawn, new light, new life,
New beginnings at this
Point in time and space.

In the city giant cranes
Come back to life.
Trucks, diggers, hoists and mixers
Serviced by the host
Who, ant-like, this and
That way move to
Build and raise the citadel.
Machines, men, sand and water
Steel, wood, fire, glass
Do Ôstara’s work and bidding.
New from naught, or worn,
Or old. In creation: man
And nature, hand-in-hand.

Crocus, bluebells, violets, Honey,
Lilac, mallow, mead and Nectar.
New choice, lifestyle and direction,
Goddess: Blessed be all creation!

Ben A Harvey
March 2014.

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Update: Removal of links to AllPoetry.com

A number of my verse blogs linked to pages at AllPoetry.com which became inactive when I deleted my account with them.

I have been updating those posts by embedding the text directly into the affected blog posts. I believe this process now to be complete.

If you should hit a dead link, please let me know and I’ll update it.

As for the growing body of verse, now stored in Google Drive, I am considering making this public, as it was at AllPoetry.

gogwit.

Childish Song, No.5 – without refrain.

Where fragrant blossoms lit up the day,
Now dried out dead head sticks decay.
Once vibrant reds and golds and hues
Are now but fifty shades of brown.
Those bright blue skies with fluffy clouds
Are grey and muddled, dull as death,
And rain falls down like bitter tears
My dreams and hopes to drown.

Where warmth and light made our joy,
Now half-light dank and damp deploy.
Once loud and happy songs of birds
Are now a whisper or a hush.
Those sun filled days without a care
Are choked with mud, and with despair,
And my tears commingle with the flood
My heart and soul to crush.

Ben A Harvey
February 2014.

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A new addition to my occasional collection of Childish Songs. I hope you find it of interest.
Gogwit.

A Childish Song…

This has been kicking around inside my head for the past few days, or so.

Childish Song, No.1 – with refrain.

I do not know why the sky is blue,
It just seems this is right.
Learnèd souls will tell me how
My eyes fill with reflected light.
I wonder if I always knew
Or whether I was told –
That the sky is blue.

I do not know why a fire is hot,
It just seems to be the case.
Learnèd souls will tell me how
Radiant heat falls on my face.
I wonder if I always knew
Or whether I was told –
That a fire is hot.

I do not know why the night is dark,
It just seems that this is said.
Learnèd souls will tell me how
The Sun has gone to bed.
I wonder if I always knew
Or whether I was told –
That the night is dark.

And I do not know why love must hurt,
It just seems to be the way.
Learnèd souls will tell me how
There is nothing they can say.
‘Though I wonder if I always knew
I suspect that I was told –
That love must hurt.

Ben A Harvey

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