Solstice

The sun has set behind the distant hills,
A raging bonfire imitates her glow.
Priestess speaks blessing on the sacrifice,
The stones turned sanguine with the blood that flows.

We dance between the edge of fire and dark,
Where unknown creatures lurk beyond our sight.
Our bodies, instruments; the earth our drum;
Annual ritual and ancient rite.

Sweet mead has filled our heads with joy and song,
The earth has turned, let go of all you fear,
The sun is rising in the eastern sky,
All life renewed, gifted another year.

 

I have happily stumbled upon I Came For The Soup and a marvelous new writing prompt.  Take the third line, of the third stanza, of the third track of the CD you are listening to, listen to it three times, then craft a story or poem around it.

The song I chose was Loreena McKennitt’s Caravansarai.   Keeping with the theme of “three”, I made my poem three verses and kept the borrowed line as the third line of the third verse.  Since I can’t actually *paint* at work, I decided to MSPaint instead!  Three figures, of course 😉

I hope the prompter enjoys my attempt, and I hope you all enjoy it as well! 🙂