Marc Mordey – A Winter Solstice Poem
Thank you to Marc Mordey for this poem for the winter solstice. Marc and his wife, successful novelist Helen Carey, have lived in West Wales since 2005. Besides Marc’s involvement with the charitable and public sectors, he has a keen interest in creative pursuits and has two collections of poetry: Rewarded by Dolphins and Marcism Today. His says his poems are inspired by his relationship with Helen, the landscapes they have lived in recently, and their many travels around the world.
Others have said of his poetry:
“Your poetry calmed and relaxed me. Your pure expressions of love for life and those dear to you are refreshing and remind me of what is important in this world…”
“Marc, your poems are brilliant, you cover so many emotions, they are funny, romantic and deeply meaningful…”
To find more of Marc’s work go to his blog https://themarcistagenda.wordpress.com
WINTER SOLSTICE 2015 – For Those We Love, Both Home and (Far) Away
Image from Marc Mordey
- WALKING
The paths are mud slides
browned, rain bombed bracken
and a grassy soup to walk on.
Small stones, jagged shark’s teeth
submerged underneath
a swirling, relentless maelstrom.
But, just for a while,
Carningli is kinder today,
a watery sunlight underway,
and a ghosted moon, cloud slipped,
the sky a silvered duvet.
And so we three, slithered, mooched
occasionally tripped,
on this, the shortest day.
- THINKING
Night has fallen now,
the storm pillows above, ready to rehearse
the current season’s lashing curse.
Hey ho! the wind and the rain.
Best behave brightly, for here it comes
oh! yet again.
Tomorrow though,
the light is on the turn,
the days will brighten,
the mood sweeten
and here’s hoping that
many of us will emerge
blinking,
springlike,
unbowed, unbeaten.
- REMEMBERING
For others now,
they have passed the point of no return
the Solstice rung, a December dirge,
a sorrowing song across the mountain,
a pausing, pondering reflection
above the cairn.
No chance of reinvention.
Their lights have set now, stilled, extinguished
at least on this side of our universe.
But winter memories are yet distinguished,
and whilst their candles no longer burn,
for lives well lived,
the memories,
like the Solstice waters flow,
and they are not, nor will be
thus diminished.
