Blood Moon

Blood Moon, gonna come around soon

I wanna get to the land where my body's in tune

with the tides of life, and the whole of the Universe

My tongue in love with the words I construe

I don't want you in my Blood Moon

I want the peace of knowing solitude

My food will not endure the journey for two

I pray the Blood Moon take me far from you

Softly, you step to me

I am not hearing the words

You speak so slowly

I make my peace

I whisper to you, "Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Blood Moon, I come to you

in this land of sand and destitution

for my heart and mind -

the restitution for the years I've adhered

to your constitution

I bide my time by the Wheel of the Moon

as She waxes and wanes me full to new

I guess my healing lies inside Her movements

Will She heal me of this love for you?

I don't want you in my Blood Moon

It will not do to break myself in two for you

Don't ask me, "Baby, can I follow you to the Blood Moon?"

I will refuse you...

Softly you step to me

I am not hearing the words you speak

So slowly, I make my peace

I whisper to you, "Yeah, yeah yeah..."

(Con calma de mi alma

y el amor de mi corazon,

sur la luz de luna brilla)

Beltane

(I'm a few days early in posting this poem, originally written in 1999, but with the Full Moon in Scorpio, and the sabbat only days away, I figured I'd put it up now.)

Beltane

Under Full Scorpion Moon,

this sabbat doth take place.

My blood drips from under me

to paint the Mother's face.

We bleeding women arise

from Springtime's laborious toil

to fashion ourselves a ring,

to sanctify this soil.

We hear the menfolk drumming

and running through the trees.

There are no deer to battle here

to bring them to their knees,

still their hearts are racing.

As we are facing

the four corners of the Earth,

we do plead as we bleed

that She will coax our grain to birth.

A priestess takes her Hawthorne wand

to cast a cone of power.

Our prayers we state, and we meditate

til we hear a distant howl.

We know they come.

The men with their drums run

leaping o'er our fires.

The chanting begins,

we women join in

and the power soars farther and higher.

We open the circle to welcome the God,

and magic now comes into play.

We drink and we dine,

passing kisses like wine

til it's time for the Great Rite of the day.

In pairs we do lay

making love under stars,

rhythms born from our hearts,

to consecrate the magic we'd spun.

And all through the night,

under fire and moon light,

gods and goddesses unite as One.

As Sola arises in the eastern sky,

atop the island, the sea

and the incoming tides,

I make my start, with full heart.

In search of some morning dew,

to anoint my brow, to anoint you,

my love,

on this holy day...

I make my way.