The Wise Woman and the Sage
Sit back a ways from the fire
Lit every year on Beltane Eve
They slowly kissed and reminisced.
They listen to the songs and drums
Watch the youths and maidens dance
It does not seem that very long ago
They were the King and Queen of May.
Young men and women leap the flames
They drink deep of cups of golden mead
Pairing off and disappearing into the forest
Partaking of their more private celebrations.
The smoke from the Beltane fire
Forms figures in the moving wisps
Figures rising to the starry sky
Out of the fiery elemental heat.
The Great Goddess and Horned God above
Look down and bless the happy ceremony
They smile on the old embracing couple.
They bestow a special blessing on them.
Walter Birdwell May 2014