Solstice

Instead of the usual factual, I felt a wee silly poem coming on....my Granny was always after saying the phrase, morning noon and night. This was a time for worshiping the stones. We have a big monolith of a rock that juts out of our hill in Forest Knolls and she would measure the seasonal path of the sun by that rock.

Today is the longest day of the summer solstice
when noontime shadows are at their shortest.
But it is not the earliest sunrise, that was yesterday,
nor is it the latest sunset—which is tomorrow,
the day after the solstice. Yesterday, today,
and tomorrow; morning, noon & night;
the past, present and future: a three-fold event.
The duality of the year at opposite ends of the earth.

And meanwhile on the Hill of Sin, a Dowth passage tomb, Fertae Chuile. Yes, she said, yes, yes. She was the flower of the mountain, and what of those Iberian men  Should she wear the saffron  Or perhaps the grey leine  Ah, but the stone rose up like a stallion and kissed the sky at dawn  would  she say yes to yes to the mountain flowers  the heath in a furze stretched like cats by the fire and would she put her arms around the stone and say yes yes I said yes I will Yes to the solstice?

This is what happens when Bloomsday collides with the solstice.