NMR ISSUE 32

Astrological Forecast 32
Boredom's Natural Cure
Calling the Winds of Change
Editorial 32
Electromagnetic Energy and Crop Circles
Esoteric Symbology of the Tarot
Letters 32
Midsummer Hunt
Pilgrimage to the Parthenon
Swan, Wallaby, Bull
The Magical Flute
The Old Devil
Vernal Equinox - A Druid Tradition
Worlds Collide!

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The Midsummer Hunt

Just about dusk on midsummer eve
we gather in the mound
called Table Round
gather for the hunt
hey ho
gather all women and gather all men
gather and forget all quarrels and duels
gather all hounds all horses all jewels
gather for the hunt
hey ho
in the waning of the year
in the waning of the light
we gather this night
in the month of the oak
hey ho
for the dead shall rise
and the living lie low
the bonfires are lit so
let us now ride
hey ho
the hounds stream forward
the forests are thick
the horses they pick
up speed and fly
hey ho
beware all who are old and wise
there is nothing wrong nothing right
beware all youths no might
can save you
hey ho
the night is short
but our work is long
our jewels shine bright our song
catches like a thorn
hey ho
mothers hide with babes at the breast
lovers hide in the bush
children footfleet rush
far and away
hey ho
a fearless stranger greets us
ho what game says he
we toss him a bundle indiscriminately
the body of his own dead child
hey ho
we ride all night the labyrinth
at dawn we ride the maze
our tambourines our dance ablaze
free of plow and free of vow
hey ho
for one shall rise high
and another lie long
our jewels shine bright our song
catches like a thorn
hey ho

—Ellen Cooney