Beltane Bliss

She walks through the boughs of stars, blackthorn, haw and cherry

Laden too with the budding of breast and womb, her feet kiss the fallen five-pointed prayers

The spirit that lay with her amongst the bluebells had whispered of her glory and demise

And she knows that the crown will be his through the midsummer sun

With each step, her heart feels the expansion of the belly below- Lover, Father, Son all welted within

She held the torch through the darkest nights and now it burns within her skin

She sips the nectar from the honeybee’s lips and falls deeper in to the Dreams of Bel