Midsommer
A poem about Midsummer & our deep connection to Earth.
Midsommer (n.)
» The Danish word for Midsummer.
This poem honors the flame as a symbol of letting go, not the cruel traditions of burning those who were called witches.
⟨ we don’t burn witches here, we dance with them ⟩
I dance on the edge of the unseen
with flowers in my hair and fire in my heart
Soft moss beneath my feet
I gaze up to the sky
Where my eyes meet the sun
A golden altar in the sky
I feel it in my bones
The veil is thin
The world around me hums
Roots speaking in riddles
And the thrum pulls me closer
We gather in circles, barefoot and burning
Offering our fears to the flames
And our hopes to the stars
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I love how you capture the spirit of being connected to nature. “Roots speaking in riddles” gave me chills! I’ve always envied countries with a Midsummer tradition. The artwork matches the energy of the poem so well ❤️✨