Thomas Wells Poet Sonnet

Winter Solstice

At Stonehenge, poised for morn in deepest darkness,
We beckon Lady Ceridwen, our Goddess Crone,
And mark Samhain’s quiet, constant stillness,
To death in Yule we walk with magic to the stone.
Dark mother, wise one, heal us in the underworld,
Where the winter souls find rebirth in breaking sun.
It returns the fecund resplendence that it unfurled,
And warms the blood and bone with hope and passion.
We feast, celebrating, slaughtering a spring-born animal,
And dwell where ancestral souls wait solar rebirth,
We call upon sun god Esus to offer light’s arrival,
Brightening, emblazoning the cold and frosted earth.
  
Ceased in longest night, we linger here in winter death,
That we trust again the power of light, our shibboleth.

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Anil Deo December 16, 2021 at 11:42 AM dr. wells, first congrats on your publications. secondly, thx for visiting my poems when u can. this sonnet-try achievement has a universalizing culture (winter and death, spring and resurrection: JESUS/esus was in the grave maybe 3 days in "fecund darkness." Thomas Wells December 16, 2021 at 9:42 PM I am so pleased you had a chance to read this poem. The Celts learned of Christ from the Romans. In return, they gave us the Christmas tree, the mistletoe, and the greenery on the mantel. Merry Christmas, my friend!

Bill Baker December 15, 2021 at 10:07 PM You've got me thinking with this well written sonnet, Thomas. First visit, I'll be back for more. A poet friend in the making, Bill Thomas Wells December 16, 2021 at 9:32 PM Hey Bill, Thanks for your thoughts during this season of Yule! A poet friend in making is always one I have made, so you can expect me to pay your poems a visit from time to time.

Brian Sambourne December 13, 2021 at 7:59 PM The mythological allusions give your poem an added power, along with strong word couplings like .."constant stillness." Winter Solstice - festival + darkness, the wait for rebirth - now that's a potent mix. Be well. Brian Thomas Wells December 15, 2021 at 4:48 PM Thank you again, my kind friend! Be well!