Red follower of seven blue sisters,
bloodied horn of Taurus’s battle
with Orion, one of winter’s masters:
you bestow honor, riches and cattle.
‘Tis your ancient office to rise with Spring,
and make Royal progress across the sky
with ministering Hyades, who sing
for ever the majesty of the High.
Great Aldebaran, mighty red Titan,
from pharaohs to rockets your light has shined.
Enthrone us, and bring us able advice;
send wealth our way, but also enlighten
the best road to reach it that you’ve divined —
since opportunity rarely knocks twice.
9 January 2012