Poem ‘Orb Worship’

We all have seasons in the sun – including the earth and civilisations. As above – so below.

1. Orb

Even the shite shines golden,

You can see why the Druids were beholden

And the pyramids were hewn

From those beads of sweat

and

The swastika shrugged

Lest we forget

The worshipping of this eternal orb

That drenches our natures

And which we absorb.

Zorba the Greek danced on

whilst bright  Helios shone down,

Cruel and relentless

melting the wings of Icarus

and bringing him down to earth

With a bang.

Lynda M Roberts 2005