I see a bit of sunshine and at once my spirits are uplifted and borne away on a sunlit day, so artfully. Let’s hope there’s more of it around the corner. I was reminded of this poem I wrote, so I’ve revisited it.
Orb
Even the shite shines golden,
You can see why the Druids were beholden
And those pyramids were hewn
From those beads of sweat
And the swastika shrugs
Lest we forget
The worshipping of our eternal orb
Which drenches our nature
And which we absorb.
Zorba the Greek dance on
Whilst bright Helios shone down,
Cruel and relentless,
Melting the wings of Icarus
And bringing him back to Earth
With a Bang
Lynda Roberts 2005
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