<\/p>\n
A young virile hunter, this balefire:<\/p>\n
Enveloped in a red orange cloak of passion,<\/p>\n
Arms stretching eagerly towards Her dark tresses,<\/p>\n
Growing aggressively with the gentle caress of Her breath.<\/p>\n
He is impatient, the way he prepares<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The entire clan of gathered pagan folk<\/p>\n
Merry, lusty and carefree<\/p>\n
In their celebration of fruitfulness and prosperity,<\/p>\n
The sacred marriage of Cernunnos and Gaia<\/p>\n
Nothing is more joyous<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Giving everyone a purifying blessing.<\/p>\n
They all should pass between the fire, bathe in juniper smoke.<\/p>\n
This is time for feasting, rejoicing and frivolity.<\/p>\n
When they tie the bells, they jingle.<\/p>\n
Their brilliant, cheery song<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Chasing wee folk, faery lore heeds,<\/p>\n
Around the pole the dancers prance.<\/p>\n
Remember pink primrose from the garden,<\/p>\n
Weaving chains of daisies for the young<\/p>\n
Keeping marauding faeries away.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
They blend the honey<\/p>\n
Sweet and raw, add yeast and ferment.<\/p>\n
The lips of the pagan folk drink with intoxication.<\/p>\n
Six months waiting for bottled cheer.<\/p>\n
Ah! The feast of May Day is finally here!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beltane A young virile hunter, this balefire: Enveloped in a red orange cloak of passion, Arms stretching eagerly towards Her dark tresses, Growing aggressively with the gentle caress of Her breath. He is impatient, the way he prepares The entire clan of gathered pagan folk Merry, lusty and carefree In their celebration of fruitfulness and prosperity, The sacred marriage of Cernunnos and Gaia Nothing is more joyous Giving everyone a purifying blessing. They all should pass between the fire, bathe in juniper smoke. This is time for feasting, rejoicing and frivolity. When they tie the bells, they jingle. Their brilliant, cheery song Chasing wee folk, faery lore heeds, Around the pole the dancers prance. Remember pink primrose from the garden, Weaving chains of daisies for the young Keeping marauding faeries away. They blend the honey Sweet and raw, add yeast and ferment. The lips of the pagan folk drink with intoxication. Six months waiting for bottled cheer. Ah! The feast of May Day is finally here!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":83,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"iawp_total_views":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-8014","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8014","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/83"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=8014"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/8014\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=8014"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=8014"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/paganpages.org\/emagazine\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=8014"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}