When dusk is night long
Lasting until dawn
Poppies vibrant song
Siren fey dreams spawnThrumming in the veins
Passion’s deep well
Growing like the grains
By hypnotic smellHear Midsummer’s call
Wonders fill your heart
Feel the fire of Sol
Drink her heedy quartFrolic and feel joy
Bathe in love’s red lust
Freedom life buoy
By starlight souls trustBask in Everglow
© REDCAT
Caressed by the breeze
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Midsummer poppies
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Midsummer is drawing nearer each day. So it felt fitting to share this poem for tonight’s Wandering the Archives Wednesday.
Nights are magical right now. The light is otherworldly. Flowers shine with their own light and lend a seducing perfume to the air.
Read more about the Goddess Sól (Norse Mythology) on Wikipedia.
Also linking to Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at Go Dog Go Café.
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