Swing the antler pick and make it work
Dig the earth, Mothers bounty plunge
Ditch from flat make, bank from level make
Lower it and raise it deep and high
Enclose it, and shield it from the curious eye
And within ahh within what do we protect?
The Holies, the market, the meeting, the bridepost
The Folk join and the Folk separate all within the bank
Sunrise and Sunset, Mid-Winter and Summer
The cows graze and wander the sacred ways
The grass grows green, the pits are dug, fires are lit
Flint sharp and bone white, amber and jet lie beaded
Within the embrace of Mothers arms, young child and dog
Feasts remains and alder and ash branches soon to rot
Beaker tall and pot with mouth wide, agape
The sanctuary and the secular one indivisible
So I swing the antler pick and make it work
Edward Radfall
Thursday, May 03, 2007
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