VOTE! 2010 BELTANE/SAMHUINN SEASONAL ENTRIES

[Earthwoman]

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[Mellinda]

Dance of the Maypole.

Come yea, young maidens all,
Go gather blossoms for your hair,
Make the fellows dance and sing,
As it’s the first of May.

Come yea, young fellows all,
Go find a tree straight and tall,
Trim the branches make a top,
As it’s the first of May.

Come yea, maidens come yea all,
Gather ribbons of colours all,
Bind them together make a crown,
As it’s the first of May.

Come yea, fellows come yea all,
In the circle make a mark,
Plant the tree so straight and tall,
As it’s the first of May.

Come yea, maidens come yea all,
Tether the ribbons too the tree so tall,
Make a circle dance and sing,
As it’s the first of May.

Come yea, fellows come one and all,
Watch the maidens as they frolic,
Picking flowers gathering all,
For now it is the first of May.

Come yea, maidens one and all,
In the circle turn about,
Weave a paten back and forth,
For now it is the first of May.

Come yea, maidens one and all,
In and out and round you go,
Fellows following close behind,
For now it is the first of May.


L.F.Tallis =Mellinda
From Seasonal Poems collection
Copyright © 2000-2010

[pennyroyal]

This is this view from my tent at Beltane last year. We spent a wonderful two days at our first pagan camp which was hosted by the Pagan Association in Dovedale.

Beltane bliss

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[Golden Eagle]

Taken at Wittenham Clumps, Oxfordshire

Beltane Maiden

[lotuswelcome]

Taken at Cookoo Corner, river Adur, whilst walking with my husband.

Beltane Ladybirds
"And in the love of it, the love of all existences"

[Airmid'sCat]

Thoughts on a Lakeland Beltane

I walk the streets of Belfast - I am not here.
I am loose over fell scattering sheep
Slicing air down pass and precipice,
There – up there,
We’re ravens rolling clawing sky
Crags above nout beneath.
I’m the aniseed you nose and track over beck and boulder,
I’m the sweet fish squirming in your talons
You are the nut in my cheek
You are the fox – I the rabbit
I am the kestrel you are - mine.
We lie under pounding water unboned.
You are the mist that wraps
I the lingering wood smoke
I walk the streets of Belfast – I am not here.

[DaRC]

Oestre 9x9

I stared at rainy rods, window bound
enclosed by cold glass, dark clouds surround
my head's dullard fingers, drumming drips.
Oestre we wait your sunny spells,
warm charming songs and flowery bells.
Your magic; breaking gloom, bringing smiles.
Then I saw dancing through damping dew
golden rays, shedding greys, bringing blue
brightness in pockets full of posy.

[Earthwoman]

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