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I Am The Spinner
I was the light when all was dark I was the air that fed the spark I danced a dozen reeling dances And drew a dozen stolen glances From a dozen star-made beasts At a dozen solar feasts I am … Continue reading
Posted in Fantasy Fiction, Mythic Fiction, Poems (Some Silly), The Spinner's Game
Tagged Poem, The Spinner's Game, Winter solstice
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Song of the Solstice
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 … Continue reading
My Solstice Wish
A wish for stillness … To travel inwards … To hold to goodness … Embrace with love This, with Season’s Greetings, I wish to those who follow this blog, with special affection for those who have helped me so much this year. No … Continue reading
Posted in On Writing, Photos, Poems (Some Silly), The Spinner's Game, Thoughts
Tagged Photos, Seasons Greetings, Winter solstice
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The Solstice
The sun has left, has gone away cold and darkness rules the day the earth is hard, the trees are bare bleak and barren winter’s here. But light the fire and watch it burn and know the sun will yet … Continue reading
Ding Dong!
If God is the God of all the Universe God must be God of the Martians too. Wishing all my followers A joy-filled, peace-filled, love-filled Solstice Day
Solstice Message
The sun has left, has gone away cold and darkness rules the day the earth is hard, the trees are bare bleak and barren winter’s here. But light the fire and watch it burn and know the sun will yet … Continue reading
The Guy in the Barbed Wire Hat
It was the week before Christmas and the town-centre bar was busy. Late-night shoppers, colleagues meeting before the ‘works’ Christmas dinner’. In the next booth were four women, two men, all in their tinsel, each glowing louder with every new … Continue reading