Chantry Circuitry Part 17 - Call to The Sun
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Another piece from my New Book "Chantry Circuitry". It is a series of poetic calls and incantations to Mystical and Archetypal figures. The Mandalas are meditation tools constructed from manipulated images of the poetry. The Audio features a reading by me - as opposed to an automated voiceover. Print and Kindle Version of "Chantry Circuitry" Now Available
Call To The Sun
I call you, O Morning Sun,
Drama reprise anticipated.
Infant smiles play upon
The wary and the jaded.
New blossoms open faces,
Dark roots, deep and firm.
Kissing butterfly grace
Yet remembering the storm.
Long solitude, deep night.
Soul steps out of withdrawal
Bringing secrets into the light,
Morning cycle of renewal.
Sun lift your golden circle
Players stir behind the stage.
Light strikes the waiting anvil
Windows shine above the page.
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Graeme
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This poem feels like a gentle invocation, the kind that makes you pause and let the imagery settle.
There’s something warm in the way it speaks to the sun as if calling on a familiar presence.
I love how the morning light becomes a symbol of renewal for both the hopeful and the worn‑down.
The contrast between blossoms opening and roots holding firm gives the piece a grounded honesty.
The moment of stepping out of solitude feels especially real, like emerging from a long inner night.
There’s a quiet tenderness in how the poem treats light as something that reveals without overwhelming.
The image of players waking behind the stage adds a sense of life slowly returning to motion.
It reads like a small ritual of gratitude, a way of acknowledging the world waking up again.