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Dead Dame of the Solstice, rise from your coffin
Shine light in my heart, your heat on my skin
Rise from the southlands, rise into the heavens
Fill me with light though cold winter begins.
Daughter of Dawn, your bright light inspires me
Your light in my heart, your heat on my skin
You, I would have to light up my dark days
Though you scowl in the winter, you smile in the spring.
Pleasing indeed the light you cast on me
Your light in my heart, your heat on my skin
Mistress of Day, be my inspiration
Light up my dark thoughts as a New Year begins.
Mistress of Dawn, Queen of the West Lands
Your light in my heart, your heat on my skin
Bright light of day, I’ll sing a song for you
For you light me without, you light me within.
Wishing all my readers Peace at this Turn of the Year, and an unfailing Torch to see you through the coming winter nights… and a couple of songs to spin you on your way.
crispina kemp 
Hello, Crispina, how are you? Meeting you after a long, long time. How is winter at your place? Beautiful poetry.
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Thank you, Dragon Warrior, good to have your back from your studies. How are things here? Sunny. After six weeks of non-stop rain. Okay, perhaps I exaggerate, but it felt like non-stop.
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We didn’t have rain for about a month, and it feels cold. It’s really nice to hear from you again 🙂
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Oh not to have rain! But you know us Brits, always complaining about the weather. 🙂
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I think people all over the world do the same thing 🙂
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Weather-chat, the great leveller 🙂
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Oh yes, it is. And I love it so much.
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Just retrieved you from the spam-bin. Oh dear. WP gremlins at it again. 🙂
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Surely spam folder is the worst part of WP 😦
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Agreed. But just think how cluttered we’d be with unwanted comments if it weren’t for that. Just… their algorithms could do with finetuning 🙂
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That’s right too, I never thought that way… 🙂
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Beautifully rendered longing for longer warmer days spent in the rays of the sun. It’s -35 F here and today’s light will be visible for only 3.40 hours so I would have to say I am with you in your longings.. But I have to admit, I am loving the all day ‘night-life’ as well! Happy Solstice!
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As we say in UK, swings and roundabouts… what you lose on one you gain on the other.
But I shall be glad to see the nights pulling out. And the mornings… 8:30 am and the street lights still on. Though the perpetual overcast rainclouds don’t help! Still. I’d rather that than your low temperatures. Need a fellow-body to snuggle up with. And all I have are ghosts.
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Love your song to the Solstice, Crispina. It takes a long time in coming, but at least we know the turn is here, that the days will grow longer, even if the worst of winter is still before us. A Merry Solstice to you and may the heat and light come your way soon
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And to you, Lynn. Spring might be a far distance around that corner, but at least the light returns. Yay!
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I was trying to work out how many weeks we have CV before we might see the first hint of spring. I know I shouldn’t wish my life away but looking forward to the sun, summer warmth and the green shots appearing
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According to my photos, (wild )snowdrops appear in mid February, as do the earliest catkins (hazel). That’s something to look forward to 🙂
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Can’t wait. I planted some beautiful hellebores last autumn and I’m looking forward to them flowering soon. I was given some wild flower seeds for Christmas, so planning where to put those and I’m leafing through seed catalogues, planning the new season. Can’t wait
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I keep looking at the weather forecasts… but why freeze in the damp foggy air when the flowers aren’t yet through. But, like you, I can’t wait to rejoice in those flowers again.
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Those few fragile new stems are so hopeful, aren’t they? I’ve planted a lot of hyacinths, crocuses, daffodils, anemones, the hellebores, snowdrops, all little landmarks towards the coming of a new season. A long way off, but counting down those early signs is significant
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Well, I found on photos taken three Januarys back, the pure white flowers of the blackthorn already out. It was a mild winter, and East Anglia tends to be sheltered (until we get a Beast from the East!)
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Technically it’s summer here, though the few days have felt like winter again, still at least we’re not getting the weather Australia is. Nice poem and I hope it will start getting warmer for you soon, now the days will be getting longer.
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*the last few days, I meant.
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It’s okay, I think we’re all blind to typos and omissions. Fingers lack behind our minds! 🙂
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I thank you for the thought, but we’ve yet the winter to come. The worst, here, tends to arrive February & March, despite the trees are putting out buds, the first of the flowers have shown, and many a bird is busy hooking a mate. And the east wind blows. For us on the east coast, that’s the true winter. Oh but blessed relief to be away from the heavy greyness that’s shouded the sky of late!
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Haha, when I saw this poem I thought of you (because some of the language reminded me of your romances), but I’d forgotten your season was summer right now! Haha!
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Very loving and touching to the heart! ❤
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Thanks Deborah. As I’ve already answered you, this is my day of the year. Happy to share. 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Crispina. Yes, there is irony in the fact that just as the days start getting longer, the winter becomes fiercer – but maybe that is a gift in itself?
Love the music you shared as well! The singer has a Jethro Tull vibe to his voice…
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Thanks, Dale. Yea, I agree on your comments regards Damh the Bard. I like a lot of his stuff. He loves his land!
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He does!
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Mmm. 🙂
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The Solstice isn’t something I’ve been taught to be aware of. But I see it is a magical time. An important time of the year to be celebrated. Your poem is beautiful and magic in itself. I hope you’re having a lovely celebration. Happy Solstice. 🙂🌞
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A quiet drink, an evening of remembrance, consideration, reviews, plans, hopes… it’s my custom.
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Wonderful!
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I imagine you reciting this aloud, standing on the beach, looking out across the North Sea to the rising sun.
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Oh yes, I definitely did that. Would have been nice if we could see the sun, long ago lost behind persistent banks of rainclouds. She peeps out on the odd occasion. It’s made this season of diminishing light seem that much darker and glum. Ho-hum.
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Well, in counterpoint, we have a nice sunny morning here. I’ll try to send it across the Atlantic for you to use tomorrow.
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Take a deep breath, and blow. Maybe it’ll reach us by tomorrow. It’s the though that counts.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Yuletide greetings and best wishes Crispina – I love the poem.
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I thank you, Andrea… and I send the same to you
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