It had been many a strong wind that had blown her to this place

Many a hurt and many a word

That had shattered her heart and thrown rocks in her path

 

She stood broken in places

Knit together in others

A patched up soul without a tribe for a shelter

 

She stood barefoot, a wanderer, a wild one

Her eyes full of tears, her mouth empty of questions

A silent child, a woeful urchin

A woman whose soul still ached for expression

 

She stood naked and open

Ready for an awakening

 

Hail May Day—burning brightly—a Pagan’s celebration

A twirl ’round the Maypole,

The May Queen is waiting

The Green Man, her servant

Fertility births abundance

A sexual awakening

Hail Beltaine—for lovers and dreamers and mystics

 

She fell into the fire

The fire of her own making

The fire of her yearning

The fire of the ancients

She fell like a star from a sky full of midnight

 

I’m no longer afraid, she whispered defiantly

You’re brave, said the fire, climbing her body

I need wisdom, she countered

The flames hissed around her

 

She fed all her wounds to the decadence of the night

She silenced the demons who wandered her mind

She drank from the cup of summer’s approach

 

Pregnant with hope

With reckless desire

She rose like the Phoenix

A thousand voice choir

Shimmering goddess

Lilith’s soft triumph

She awoke

Shakti’s daughter

She rose from the fire

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Beltane Bonus: 

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Relephant Read:

Celebrate May Day (Beltane) with Rituals for Abundance.

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Author: Monika Carless

Editor: Toby Israel

Photo: Pixabay

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