Through the smoke of the evening fire

By V.C.Willow

Sat, 14 May 2011
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Light the fire son
The time has almost come
The great May rite will pass
Invoking summer at long last
Passing through the Beltane fire
The fertility of the sacred pyre
To banish the winter fiend
Marry Jack and the May queen

The hour has come late
The priests pray for our fates
Laying cloaks and making light
The forest is alive tonight
Lay down your maidenhood
See ribbons plaited in the wood
All joy without their shame
Homewards as the sun rises
Bellies ripe with babe

Certificate 12
Poem
Poetry old and new

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Dear V.C.Willow, being a hedge witch myself, I think is one of the reasons I was attracted to your work, this one in paticular took my eye. I enjoyed it so much, that I could see myself their, I imagined I was in the forest with you as I read. Another stunning poem from you, I wish there were more of these on here. From a big admirer of your work. Jenny.

 

Submitted by V.C.Willow on
Wow thank you Jenny. I'm limited to putting on three a day so I will start building up my portfolio over the coming days. Incredibly glad you enjoyed the poem and thank you for your support. It's my first time letting strangers see my work so its great to get good feedback

Submitted by L G Meadows on
Read your comment to Jenny. I too enjoyed the poem it has an 'other world' element. I also feel the same way about my poetry, I have never shared it with anyone until I made a life list and it was part of that list, share or publish some of my writing. I am glad I did. Hope you will be too.