At Carn Ingli Rhiannon reclines in bliss
a sensual sillhouette along its peak.
Joans wort and fresh mint surround her crown
holding the wild within her eyes.
Swallows swoop through Her windswept hair
above heather beds where
soporific lovers softly sigh
between Her glistening bluestone thighs.
Immersed
they celebrate Her essence
suspended in time, between the worlds.
Through glowing hearts they glimpse Awenydd
raptured by the sacred.
With fiery wand She smites the Land
sparking spirit paths alight
through Her laughter orbs arise
Her gift of Blessed Love for all.
Rhiannon sings the Land alive.
Happy Happy Beltaine



Very vivid.

