May 1st …Beltane blessing all

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Lone Hawthorn On The Moor

 

For you are ancient and withstand terrible weathers.

For you make a dark shape in winter, carry a nest.

For I saw you sheathed in frozen snow, your berries hoar.

For you grow on the crest of a slope.

For you are potent, with medicinal properties.

Wands made from you hold great power.

For in spring you are covered in white blossom.

For you are the May tree and shake confetti on the girls,

who dance around your trunk.

For you are most erotic and bless love and fertility.

For you teem with life, insects that fly and crawl, lichen

and every kind of bird wants to shelter in your branches.

For you fill with the hum of bees.

For you must never be broken, nor taken home,

For you are hope, which remains wild.

For you have thorns and red berries, which imbue meaning,

though children make itching powder, babies are fed your syrup.

For you offer protection.

For you are grizzled and grow low to the ground.

 

Rose Cook

 

* this poem is in my new book  Hearth which is available from me or http://www.culturedllama.co.uk/

 

A May Tree for Beltane blessing

 

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Moorland Hawthorn

 

 

For you are ancient and withstand terrible weathers.

For you make a dark shape in winter, carry a nest.

For I saw you sheathed in frozen snow, your berries hoar.

For you grow on the crest of a slope.

For you are potent, with medicinal properties.

Wands made from you hold great power.

For in spring you are covered in white blossom.

For you are the May tree and shake confetti on the girls,

who dance around your trunk.

For you are most erotic and bless love and fertility.

For you teem with life, insects that fly and crawl, lichen

and every kind of bird wants to shelter in your branches.

For you fill with the hum of bees.

For you must never be broken, nor taken home,

For you are hope, which remains wild.

For you have thorns and red berries, which imbue meaning,

though children make itching powder, babies are fed your syrup.

For you offer protection.

For you are grizzled and grow low to the ground.

 

poem and photograph Rose Cook

 

I have a poem in this wonderful anthology produced by Three Drops from a Cauldron Beltane 2016

 

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The e-issue of the Beltane 2016 special is out now!
(Print to follow later today).

Featuring work by Clint Wastling, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, Rachel Bower, Tim Dwyer, Maggie Mackay, Karen Jane Cannon, Gareth Writer-Davies, Rex Davies, Liz Ferrets, Amy Kinsman, Margaret Holbrook, Sarah L. Dixon, Carole Bromley, Ness Owen, Phoebe Nicholson, Linda Ann Suddarth, Vicki Morley, Mary Franklin, Seth Crook, Angi Holden, Joanne Key, Jane Røken, Oz Hardwick, Andie Berryman, Sally Spedding, Rebecca Gethin, Margaryta Golovchenko, Sue Kindon, Caroline Hardaker, Dennis Trujillo, Rose Cook, David J. Costello, Barbara O’Donnell, Rachel McGladdery, & Alison Stone.
Open publication – Free publishing

Find it here: http://threedropspoetry.co.uk/2016/04/08/three-drops-from-a-cauldron-beltane-2016-special/

 

 

photograph Rose Cook

for May Day

 

Lone Hawthorn On The Moor

 

 

For you are ancient and withstand terrible weathers.

For you make a dark shape in winter, carry a nest.

For I saw you sheathed in frozen snow, your berries hoar.

For you grow on the crest of a slope.

For you are potent, with medicinal properties.

Wands made from you hold great power.

For in spring you are covered in white blossom.

For you are the May tree and shake confetti on the girls,

who dance around your trunk.

For you are most erotic and bless love and fertility.

For you teem with life, insects that fly and crawl, lichen

and every kind of bird wants to shelter in your branches.

For you fill with the hum of bees.

For you must never be broken, nor taken home,

For you are hope, which remains wild.

For you have thorns and red berries, which imbue meaning,

though children make itching powder, babies are fed your syrup.

For you offer protection.

For you are grizzled and grow low to the ground.

 

Rose Cook