The Girton Poetry Group

Not Averse

Before Christmas

There are pagan echoes.

The supple green branches,

Remembering half-forgotten lives,

Are obscured by Middle-Eastern tales.

The supple green branches,

Seeming deathless,

Are obscured by Middle-Eastern tales

Of a boy-king.

Seeming deathless,

The year is born again.  The festival

Of a boy-king

Is but one of many.

The year is born again.  The festival

Seeking the return of the light

Is but one of many.

All humans feel the change.

Seeking the return of the light,

Great stone shrines were built.

All humans feel the change

And, if we look, we can still see.

Great stone shrines were built

Many lifetimes before us

And, if we look, we can still see

There are pagan echoes.