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Celtic wheel, Lyric Poems, Poetry

Processional for the May Queen

Now is the fading winter's discontent
Made glorious Beltane by this summer's dawn.
Wedding

Play Nunc appropinqua. Copyright © 2013 Pathematica

Veils now fall aside,
Come the maid—nature's bride,
Drawn, by light and shade,
To the forest glade.

Spirits of the wood,
Deep of root, proud in bud,
May your Jack in green
Find his maiden queen.

Winds that blow from west and north,
Send your spirits,
May comes forth;
Winds that blow from south and east,
Send your spirits,
Jack prepares his wedding feast.

Spirits of the water, spirits of the earth,
Share your bounty,
Share their mirth;
Spirits of the fire, new-risen from the flame,
Share your ardour;
Love will flourish by your name.
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As the bride treads softly forward,
May buds blossom at her feet …
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Sylvan folk, arrayed,
Bow before nature's maid.
Bursting bud and flowers in bloom,
Rouse her dormant groom.

From his verdure, lithe and green,
Jack arises for his queen.
As the mayflower draws the bee,
So the May Queen calls to thee.

Earth below and sky above:
Bride and groom unite in love;
Water runs with ardent fire,
Lifting passions higher.
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Over greens, decked with ribbons,
Rise the maypoles, girt by garlands.
Near the brook by the meadow
Dip the mayfly and the swallow.

From the charmed Cnoc na Teamhrach,
Troop the gentlefolk of Danu.
Through the veil of hereafter,
Drift the songs of joy and carefree laughter.
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Heart with heart entwined;
Limb with limb, love shall bind.
Gōdspēde Jack in green
And his loving queen!

Bombus_terrestris_Rubus

Celtic wheel, Lyric Poems, Poetry

Beltane

Play Beltane. Copyright © 2012 Pathematica


Ave Aestas

Arise, gentle children of the faerie mound—
The bonfires flicker in the waning night.
We dance to the Greenwood, where the Queen is crowned,
And sing, as the seasons turn to light.

We march with the Aos Sí, on this day—
May casts its enchantment on Beltane.
The waxing Sun, with golden ray,
Shall warm the earth again.

In glory, the Tuatha Dé Danann ride!
Come, the stag in his wood and forest flow'r in weald;
What Magick! Let the songbird bide;
May barley gild the field!

 

Come, all ye children of the Mother Goddess,
Trooping with the faerie folk,
And spread your garlands all about the forest;
Rowan, Ash and Oak.

Come, gracious spirits, proud and free,
And bless the Holly tree,
The Hawthorn, with the humble bee,
The Hazel, crown and root.

Come, blissful sprite and faerie fay
And watch the fawns at play.
The Willow, Birch and Alder sway;
The sapling spreads its shoot.

Celtic wheel, Poetry, Sonnets

Quidquid evenit

quidquid evenit,
quod erat faciendum,
et ave aestas

Come, tortured giant of Fomorian night—
What tempests rail about thy troubled breast?
May all thy hurt and all thy reckless might
Come find respite as Geimhreadh falls to rest.

What lures the Aos Sí forth, this feral day?—
May weaves its wild enchantment on Beltane.
Come, waxing Sun, and cast thy healing ray—
What quickened at Imbolc shall thrive again.

May draws the Tuatha Dé Danann nigh.
Come, boxing hare and restive stag in weald.
What magick!—let the skylark sing on high,
May meadow bloom and barley gild the field.

Come, friends, rejoice!—for what could dim fair May?
And, come what may, bright Samhradh stirs this day.