The Goddess Aurora
James Parker Haley
[haleyja@hotmail.com]
Dark gods crawl from forest moss
to fight the fire lord
shadows dance of battles wrought
when camp fires start to roar.
In summer's night of far far north
Polaris watches bored
while fire mites, will mesmerize
in trance, above the quiet moors
These sounds that mock, harken not
her footfalls to my ear
and crackling fires, spark desire
for the Goddess to appear
She comes at night in pulsing light
a temptress from the north
on forest spires, with incandescent fires
she dances, to find her Earth'n Lord
On this night an age old rite,
in circles of all Druids before
and Irish men, pure of sin
will dance, to have her sweet reward
In waves of light, she comes tonight
through heavens gate-less door
and touches ground, on holy mounds
to dance in ancient Celtic lore
Oh queen of light, behold tonight
this bounty for your choice
choose the one, of sweetest love
and in his dance rejoice
With a roaring chant they began a dance
with thunder through the moors
a thousand men, for a challenge to win
and the hand of the Goddess Aurora.....
To this day they ne'er say
though 'tis a myth, to modern man
they whisper for a chance
and they dance the fire dance
As Aurora descends to the fires of the moors.
Poem © 2000 James Parker Haley, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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Many a ritual is celebrated on the Emerald Isle. This is my fictitious version of one.
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