Corn King, come and dance
Over fields and meadows and heaths.
Beckon to Sun and call on yourself,
Crowned with the harvest
And sacred to Earth.
Lead us in the eternal circle
To honour Our Mother
Who gives and receives.
With steady step through golden autumn
Set yourself free.
Turn one last time
And sing us your song,
Echoing far through open fields,
Before your steps turn to Our Mother
And your light to darkness yields.
© jsmorgane
I thought I heard you stretch
On the lawn beside me,
I heard your wide skirts rustle
In the trees above.
I thought I heard you mutter
In your midday slumber,
When I found it was
The crash of distant waves.
I thought you woke and straightened,
The shadowy branches reaching,
I thought you smiled to tickle
The sunbeams through the leaves.
I meant to bend and kiss
Your reassuring laughter
Already with the butterflies
Tumbling away.
© jsmorgane
I fought today
A rather fearful battle.
I beat today
My dear old friend
Ambition.
I fought today
A very frightful onslaught.
I wrestled down today
That strong antagonist
Called fear.
I fought today
A war against temptation,
And for an endless moment
I thought I’d given in.
I fought today
The battle of my life,
And found the odds were even,
That I was not alone.
A friend spoke true
And fed my vision’s fire
And saved my soul
Today.
© jsmorgane (Aug 2011)
