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Bards, Druidry, Druids, fireflies, magic, Ovates, prophesy, storytelling, sunday whirl
Upon a hill crowned by ancient stones
a gathering of teachers and students
opens a circle.
Earth and sky as their stage
Bards tell heroic tales
stealing moments of time
both past and future.
Some strive to bring tears, others laughter
still more to draw a hushed silence
to the gathered crowd
gazing awestruck upon their number.
Prophets spill words upon the masses
sublime secrets
uttered in a metrical melange;
proverbs in pieces.
Ovates sit gazing into flickering flames
and open pools
offering glimpses of the possible.
As the hilltop sparkles
with the light of fireflies
Druids gather to speak
not of limits but of discipline.
They lead discussions
asking the people to become caretakers
not keepers.
Upon a hill crowned by ancient stones
a gathering of teachers and students
closes a circle
but leaves behind a force stronger than humanity.
Written as a response to this week’s Sunday Wordle.
You would like Avebury Circle, in Wiltshire, UK.
A magic place that could be a twin of yours.
Caretakers, not keepers. I love this sentiment, this line.
Powerful repetition of “teachers” leads me to think of the circles we open and what we open them to wherever teachers and students gather. Wonderful evocation of the past.