Beltane in the Forest

Beltane in the Forest

A day for witches and too our fiery ilk

Tall trees and gurgling waters adorn the healthy hollow

Perky people plunder the springtime pageant-flower

Circle and spiral, give and take and lead and follow

Noumen of the land and maegen of the folk

   mingle and mix amongst infant magick-bower

Seductive allure and symbolic decor garb the giddy kindred

Joy and bawdy, body delight, jingle like giggling chime bells

Crescent horns echo below as Hathor’s Mirror reflects green blessings

Ha, the lads and lasses frolic fearless firm and aware

This is good for we always die tomorrow

The wisdom of the circle rings and whirls about

In friendly warm embraces

In hip hoops and drum heads

In lovers trading rings

May wheel, May cone, May whirl, May pole

Glistening love-stick adorns the sky

Obelisk bathed in misty sunlight

The summer stone wears wind and rain and ground and sun

O’er the fire, go blessing-leaps

All fire is One Fire, burning away the winter crone’s mad drudge

Tend well the sprouts and the babes of the herds

Hugs and smiles of old friends and new

Crafts and wiles of artists, and styles to view

Amongst ferns and flowers wild, I quickly fit

   the Merlin’s cloak

Tree rings hidden in the sky

Time and mind swirl amidst realm-gates,

   Beech scrolls, and spirit holes

Gnarled trunks and crooked branches

Amulet-runes and spirit bottles

Herbs and stones and jeweled garlands

Songs and dances and wishing spells

Java charms and mythic musings accompany the traveler-dudes

As we take the flame-thoughts home to alight our hearths

And so goes away another fine day

   for witches and their ilk in the mighty month of May