To find that time and circumstance
Had placed us in an isle of fertile space
Where others led us to a place
A ring wherein the sky and earth would quarter meet
There is no sense of wonder deeper
Than that of being ‘brought’ and left
To gaze as heavens’ hand caress the land and sea
And consciousness completes the longing three
Strange markers lined the way
As if to say: be sure; discretion is required
Before that letting go of owning self
Surrenders to the land of higher health
And then the ring of bright companions forms
Called, named and present
From far and distant lands
To be here, to be now, to be
Brought forth: the moment birthed
For which no words have face
Where vision sees the depth of beauty’s kiss
And all are silent, knowing touch of grace
A sharing cake and golden mead
A silent, spellbound walk along the road
A bus to catch – mundane but vital in the gathering cold!
No-one speaks… we are so lost in gold
©️Copyright Stephen Tanham
Images taken at Beltane, Ring of Brodgar, Orkney.
Thank you!
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Thank you, Stu.
Thank you, Sue x
I thought I recognised these images. I lived half an hour away by boat on the island of Rousay, my Uncle Jeemo had a farm called Seatersquoy which was near the ring. Have been there many times, love and miss it so much. The last time I was there, the stones were vibrating under the palm of my hand. Quoy is norse for house.
Wonderful. Our first visit and enchanted with Orkney. I’ll bet you miss it!
oh so much.