Mother Earth wakes and green things grow,
All things living hold Springs’ bright glow.
Beltane’s call echoes across the land,
And her sweet breath whispers across my hand.
Beltane, my mother, my body answers to no other.
I stand paused in motion,
My body twisted in frozen undulation.
My arms upraised in solemn prayer,
To the heavens I splay my fingers, higher and higher.
Mother take my call, Beltane take my prayer so it does not fall.
I live in short spasms of happy light,
‘till winter comes and I wish only to sleep through the cold night.
Beltane taken what you gave me, gracious mother save me.
Year after year, I am of one mind,
Years of life with no joy but sweet Beltane
Then the sun shines on me,
It’s light revealing my flowering fertility.
Beltane brings me living, Mistress of child giving.
But too soon, darkness and war appears,
Then only the pelting rain of fall can match my sorrowful tears,
As turbulent winds cut sharply through me,
And I am forced to watch my children fall ‘round me.
I weep for loss of Beltane, I weep for sweet children of mine.
As I age, my joints grow knotted and snap through cold winters.
And I can do nothing as my skin splinters,
But dream, dream of sweet Beltane,
When the sun and the pride of sweet fertility are mine.
Beltane my mother, my body answers to no other.
Fenris Kyoru · Wed Aug 01, 2007 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments
