A seasonal poem, reflecting on the different stories about the Winter Solstice, of the woman as Maiden, Mother, and now in old age, Crone before rebirth, of the time of the reign of the Holly King, and of the night sky - Orion shining down.
Winter Solstice
In the bleak mid-winter
The season of the Crone
Yet to see her scion
At the dolmen stone
Holly King in Winter
Greets the aged Crone
Cauldron made of iron
Heat on fire stone
Solstice in the Winter
Cold wind cuts to bone
In night sky Orion
At the dolmen stone
Yule log burns in Winter
Holly King on Throne
Sing a seasonal canton
Heat on fire stone
Shortest day in Winter
Longest night is shown
Crone is end of triune
At the dolmen stone
Wheel turns in Winter
Crone in velvet gown
Dance goes ever on
At the dolmen stone
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