Poetry Hour: Uranus in Aries

'I'm the leader of the pack, which makes me such a lucky Jack!'

       Bruce Forsyth

Today Jupiter and Uranus form an exact conjunction at 0 Aries - a combination not seen since January 1928.  As I've written before with regards to these transits they represent new starts, innovations, technological advances and sudden beginnings and endings.  Many people have been commenting on my Uranus in Aries post, worried about their life situations - their lives upended, some in disarray and feel stuck or are sinking under the pressure.  It is understandable; the Cardinal Grand Cross really is churning the melting pot across the globe at present.  However, this is a time of enormous personal potential - it is in times like these, of great struggle, that heroes are born, where restrictions peak and then dissipate.  Arthur Hugh Clough in his poem 'Say not the struggle availeth' penned these times beautifully "If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke conceal'd, your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, and but for you, possess the field."  Invictus was another poem which really sang the song of this Cardinal Grand Cross.  Here is my own poem, written about the lovely transit of Uranus into Aries.  Enjoy!

Trumpeted call, toot toot toot
Knights and knaves bathed in red
Ace of spades put to bed
Feeling surge; a purge
Girding feet, trump trump trump
to a different tune
Brass band proud
Trumpets sound, flagrant, sweet
Horns keeping beat
To a rolling drum
The new has become
The pound for the nation
(the monarch's head nods on clean notes)
At saviours from damnation

The cymbals ding ding, chiming in
Upstarts and usurpers
Old and dull deserters
Feeling sword of truth and light
Once sheathed and now bequeathed
To sprouting buds, pointing to the heavens
Axis turners, torchlight burners

Like lightning cracking tree and root
Time shifts, ends
And begins again; Wheel of fate
Spins despite such shock, charred remains
Such singular gains?

Spring lambs, bah 'cross the land
Tolling bell, wake up yell
The Sun's first peek
Crescent Moon's first streak
Of clear bright light, dawning
New songs and warmth to belong
As the winters first golden flicker
Of flame, 'cross the hearth, fireplace dearth

Jet airplane, mustang, air balloon
All tangoed to this tune
Feet once flat, now go tap! tap!
First offerings, trend setters
Aces of pack, nothing better
Follow suit, the cards they will
Tumbling, perhaps consolidating still
Upon the bravery of early talkers
Axis turners, torchlight burners, discovering learners
Bright new world...page turners.

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