Time to get busy
This is what happens when the system goes down at work. Never let a pagan’s brain roam.
T’was the night before Beltane
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Well, Brownies chasing a mouse.
The Maypole was hung in the garden
In hopes that the coven soon would be there.
The people were nestled all snug in their tents
Some of them dreaming of bonfires immense
And I in my sleep shirt and she in much less
And just settled in to state of undress.
When out on the lawn arose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway I flew like a fool
And promptly tripped over her mules.
The moon rose high over lawns green and dim
Gave luster to a man who was definitely not slim
Surrounded by Maenads it now did appear
That Beltane was going to be wilder this year.
With a great bowl of wine and a keg by his side
I knew that Sir Bacchus had now just arrived.
“To the Maypole, to the Maypole”, he cried
And I hoped that the cheeses and meat would survive.
The Maenads were dancing and making us dizzy
And I knew that the Priestesses would throw such a tizzy
They were being upstaged by the Maenads crazed dance
That only Radical Fairies even stood half a chance.
I feared for the children’s well dressing to last
The Maenads were sweeping along in the paths
The Maypole was leaning a bit to the south
While I just stood gaping with wide open mouth
He was dressed all in leaves, from head to his toe
With grape vines entwined thoughout, don cha know.
A keg on two legs was found at his heels
I could see that he hardly ever missed a few meals.
His face was so red and shined with a glow
The wreath on his head was tipping just so
He smiled with a smile just full of great glee
He was going to be our most favourite party crashee
He gathered us round and started the dance
We all then joined in for such a fine prance.
Morning came when the sun started to rise
He waved us goodbye from over the rise
“Drink plenty of wine!” He gave us his warning
“Happy Beltane to all and to all a great morning”.
By ElfKat ©2012