VOTE! 2009 BELTANE/SAMHUINN SEASONAL ENTRIES

[Earthwoman]

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[City Druid]

A short poem for Beltane


New hope

New leaves uncurl
On branches of green,
New hopes be born
In the midst of dream,
New passions be stoked
By the fires that beam,
New beauty be found
In the now blossoming queen.


Tim Hall







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[jjdecay]

Daffodil

[butterfly watcher]

PENTAGRAM BLOSSOM

[wyeuro]

Leaves are not the only things falling here in South Oz as Beltane advances.
The galahs are moulting.
Small cockatoos with beautiful pink, dove grey and white feathers, galahs are a familiar sight in woodland and scrublands.

Moulted galah feather

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wyverne /|\

[DaRC]

Haiku:
Amber orb sinking;
See king's golden Spring Ale swallowed
down night's dark throat.

[owl*light]

A poem for Samhuinn.


The Dark Night Rides

Across the vexed dusk the Dark Night rides,
His steed the fear of men.
His cloak the veil unto thy sight,
His aroma, a thick palpable air.

Shadow falls and Moon sleeps,
Under her cloud quilted sky.
Wind howls her mournful song,
And lone stars twinkle in glittering vanity.

Rain weeps her sorrows upon the Earth,
In splatters, gulps and torrents.
Thunder cannot grace us with his presence tonight,
He stalks the electric lady.

Bats shriek and silently do I,
By the over powering sense of foreboding.
For what light can pierce this darkness friend?
I prithee, find the morrow.


Galdorcraeft

[Willowhawk]

I dearly love Samhuinn, and Beltane almost as much; hence, I was moved to expand my previously entered "Madrigal" to encompass both spokes of the Wheel.

Madrigal

I.
Come, my love, o come,
to the field, to the stream,
to the woodland bower,
where faeries flit and green men roam
and all the Earth bursts forth,
ripe, fecund, fertile, alive!
Let us go a-maying
with sun in our eyes,
blossoms in our hair,
drawing the newness into ourselves
as the Lady smiles on us
and Her Horned Consort laughs for sheer joy.
Hail the spring,
Bright Lady Spring!
Sap rising in stem and leaf,
Spirit rising in every creature,
as the Wheel turns
and brings us back to our beginnings.

II.
Come, my love, come back again,
from the mown fields,
from the forlorn brambles,
from the golden wood
where fallen leaves drift crimson
beneath stark branches, against silvery boles:
The Crone calls,
the Winter,
the Cailleach beckons
with a single crooked finger.
Let us withdraw as the Earth prepares
for her sleep, and all creatures likewise,
retreating to den and burrow and snug fireside,
to rest, to be still, to dream
of a far-off dawn.
Hail the Harvest Queen!
Hail the fallen King,
the beloved one who must also sleep
cocooned in the welcoming womb of night
until the Wheel turns once again
to our rebirth.


~Willowhawk

[Earthwoman]

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