copyright, Peter Dunn "All Cannings Long Barrow"
DANCE OF THE BARLEY
An original poem by J.P Reedman (c) 2013.
Under the moon's white glow the barley's bleached
The summer's full, its ripeness reached
The wind, a whispering careless tickle
That heralds the sweep of the golden sickle
While in deep chambers underground
In tree topped stone-lined earthen mound
Empty eyes strain for moon, for sun
For wildwoods where the fleet deer run
Twang of bowstring, the blow of hammer
The winds arise with deafening clamour
The air is filled with ancient voices
as the shimmering barley waves, rejoices.
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