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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:30:18 GMT -8
Beltane or Beltain is the anglicized spelling of the Goidelic name for either the month of May or the festival held on the first day of May. In Irish it is Bealtaine, in Scottish Gaelic Bealltainn and in Manx Gaelic Boaltinn or Boaldyn.
Some stolen poetry for you to read in honor of this upcoming day.
Some pictures, music as well.
Brightest of blessings.
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:31:00 GMT -8
Beltane Poem -o- by Lady Slipper
Give way the cold, let the thaw begin
As Winter transforms to Spring again.
Let all creatures of cold slumber rise
And feathers on wings fill the skies.
Brooks and streams are babbling
All harken to the song they sing.
The Crocus and the Daffodil
Casting off their Winter chill.
Bare boned trees show signs of life
For they've withstood cold Winter's strife.
Sodden fields soon to color green
As life returns where death once seen.
A tiny babe born one Yule
Nurtured through many Winter's cruel,
Has now grown to a maiden fair
Let the joy of Beltane fill the air.
From a child the maid she grew
With an innocence known only to a few,
Sheltered by her purity
As to fulfill her destiny.
In linen gown with golden thread
A crown of flowers round her head,
Was taken to a secret place
Where her lover could behold her face.
Now the maiden sweet with raven hair
Her soulful eyes and skin so fair,
Chance for to meet her lover's gaze
As he peers at her through his forest maze.
The Green Man Cern in gallent stride
Has claimed her for his maiden bride,
And from their love the two shall bear
A babe at Yule with raven hair.
Now the maiden has become the Crone
And she spends her time mostly all alone,
With sweet dreams of the Summer Land
Where she'll soon return to once again.
Old and withered when the Crone she died
No tears for her left to be cried.
Though the cycles of life sometimes seem cruel,
Still a babe is always born at Yule.
We will celebrate into the night
Our passage into this Pagan Rite,
Let all hear the drumming sound
For the seeds of Beltane have gone to ground.
Our heritage passed hand to hand
And shoulder to shoulder we will stand
By the water's edge for all to see
Sending love to the Universe, Blessed Be.
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:31:48 GMT -8
Beltane Kiss -o- by Dianne
What bright sung song I bring to you
Of birth Beltane in sticks and bells
Ribbons wish brings promise of summer kisses
So six merry fools dance life into you.
What gift I give of mounting sap dark root.
In moon soaked oak against the stars.
Brings dark faces traced in oak leaves peer.
Watch sweet lovers entwine as ivy kissed fingers.
What fearful demons our mind-set etched.
Watched in church roof-boss so slowly crept.
Tangled greenwood heart so leafy crept.
Cast away winters steel cold, burst forth spring blossom.
For you my lovers soul a Beltane kiss i wish for you.
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:33:06 GMT -8
Beltane Poem By Luna | March 19, 2013 |
The Beltane fire sends its flames to the sun,
The promise of Summer warmth to come,
The Horned God dances through the green,
Chasing after his Goddess and Queen.
Hawthorn blossoms in radiant white,
And clarity grows in the quickening light,
Now is the time for action and life,
To fertilise plans and banish strife.
Take the leap across the Beltane fire,
And let the energies take you higher.
Blessed Beltane!
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:34:49 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:36:30 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:37:51 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:40:24 GMT -8
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Post by Cerridwyn on Apr 21, 2013 14:41:09 GMT -8
And remember, whatever happens around the Beltaine fires is sacred.
Light your fire!
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Post by MadMax on Apr 22, 2013 4:34:26 GMT -8
That's awesome Cerridwyn! Thank you for sharing.
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