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McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER
[Poet’s Note : McGregor is a small rural village in Small Karoo, SA, which experiences extreme winters. It is believed that 8 of Earth’s leylines cross one another in McGregor, making this village a powerful planetary energy junction. My youngest daughter & I were privileged to live on a small holding vineyard in McGregor, for a couple of years, where she attended a small Waldorf (Rudolf Steiner) primary school. Whilst in McGregor I had first close contact with Pleiadian Galactics & their spaceship.
I initially penned this poem for the “A Vine in Winter” competition sponsored by Craig Cornish. It turned out longer than the 20 specified lines. I trust you will enjoy it anyway.]
McGREGOR VINES IN WINTER
Summer’s lost to Sun its host
Winter’s on vines frost boast
whimpering sparse spaces
shivering wrinkled farm workers
deep sleep crinkled most
still we taste rememberings of
divine fruit grape agape
dark liquid ruby drops tickling our
throats like Kali’s song
to Bacchus’ vine jewels that
long
a piercing canine tooth strong
buckets and buckets of grape
offerings we carried to school
friends devoured them
so cool making a lesson a
vine season drool
Now winds howl winter’s fierce
slashings foul
last dry rust leaves
we shivering pick to
press pictures to frame again
stripping stubborn tendrils clinging cold
to welded wire old
chilled winter drills frosty droplets into
pale mud lips of leyline soil
foiled
now no spinning spiders sweetly suck
their potion portions in freezer
fog blank McGregor stuck
misty locked we self-surrender luck
our shameless dwelling shiver shake in
sheets of white morning rain
pain
we remain sane with window-
panes all cloudy
you trace a donkey’s mane
upon them loudly
bleak dispersed winter vines wave salute
holding fine hail stone
memories its own clone alone
for in tomorrow’s spring
their galactic grapes hold no
sorrow to sing !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2025
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Ghairo Daniels
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