Beltaine

[Greenwood]

The Green Man walks 'neath shady boughs
mayblossom in his hair,
a garland too of Elderflower
around a neck so fair.

Oak and Thorn, Birch and Elm,
he strides beneath them all,
the time is near, when those who will,
deck out their Mayday hall.

A rod of Silver Birch he spies
with ribbons hanging down,
soon the Beltaine feast will start,
a queen she will be crowned.

As night draws in the balefire's lit
to drive away the fears,
of barren beasts which faerie folk
may cause to suffer here.

A glass of ale, a platter full
is left amongst the trees,
to give up thanks for blessings given
for yet another year.

[Naleena]

Love this one, Greenwood All your poems seem to flow so naturally. You are definatley gifted.

[Huathe]

Greenwood, You captured Beltaine's essence!

[Crimson Stormfire]

awesome imagery

[TheWingedShadow]

I appear to be an admirer of your works!

Beltaine is very special to me - my daughter was born in the early morning of the 1st May, after the Beltaine night. As was said above, you captured it's essence!