Category: pagan poetry

‘Tween Ostara and Beltane
I feel nature awaken within.
Whilst there is no bee in mind for the opening petals around my heart
No Ram for this ewe nor
Stag for the doe,
The goddess tells something inside to awaken.
My lips remember the pressure of a kiss,
My body, a gentle embrace
And though not yet fully awakened ,
The sacred loins still to recall lustful desire,
The goddess tells me to trust nature;
The God will come to me through ‘him’.
I do not need to act or seek;
Just trust and rejoice seasons’ passion
and once connected, explore our two worlds together as the blossom blooms and falls.

The Summer is a cumin in
And every living thing can feel it
The central beat of mother Earth
As her heart beats faster to meet the dawn
The sun in all his majesty rises up to meet her
Covering the earth in golden splendour
The budding branches open their flowering faces to the light
Beautiful myriad hues of colour flowing over the fields
The Goddess raiment dappled bright in the sunshine
The deep throated laughter of the God holding Summer court
And all is well with the world as the wheel turns once more
All is growing all is fertile the Mother’s womb is full of promise
As the days lengthen into the languid warm of Summer
The Joyous months of picnics on the high hills
Trips to the beach splashing in pools of coolness
And balmy nights on the porch watching the sun set
Glorious in the west
All this and more are the gifts they give us
For we are blessed