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Solstice Eve
by John Stocks
When half the world was wildwood
As wolves howled in Wolvescote dale
And naked virgins prayed to Orion.
The village shaman sat, in awed silence
Watching Swifts and Swallows hushed
Lost in deep chasms of thought
Lonely, intuitive and afraid.He saw how times could merge
Like seas slipping into oceans
How distant worlds of ice and fire
Would tumble from the sky
And torches would melt in the moonlight.He saw men scramble into holes
For lead like fossilized mothers milk
A last, loveless bear, stumble into oblivion
And wolves disappear into maps.And he saw mankind plunge into darkness
Vision blurred by conscious thought
Dreams buried, strangled at birth
And the moon-muse turned to dust.TO COMMENT ON THIS POEM CLICK HERE
© Stocks, 2006
John Stocks is currently working on a first novel and also writes short stories; winning the Carillon magazine, short story competition last year. His poem, 'Moon dreams' was recently short-listed for the National Poetry Anthology. A small number of poems are currently being transformed into short films as part of a film poetry project, and his poem, 'Alicia's Diary' was selected to be performed in Sheffield Cathedral as part of a Multi
media poetry presentation. Other work has been performed on live radio on world poetry day.