Stonehenge Summer Solstice, 2012

Glastonbury festival gap year teens

Flash smiles to rival the arc lights,

Angle-poised, together around

A brazier, 10 deep in seekers of oblivion.

Warm air weaves and ducks between the

Bodies; touching the faces of the late-comers

Like a benediction.

 

Bongo cross beats collide across the

Sarcens. Electricity sleeps in a thousand

Mobile phones . Here in the centre

Of the circle the cacophony goes shooting

Up the vein of history throbbing just above;

Where the solstice has tied it off and

Exposed a habit that’s hard to break.