Burn the Betony
Burn the betony and beat the Beltane drum
Let your lungs cry out and shout
There’s a mighty magic moot on the moor tonight
From the shadow take the staff and let it shine
Waft the wand and wake the wizard from his sleep
See how the shaking signal of the dowsing stick calls out for song
Bump start the broom, come join the band where you belong
Fan the flames to feel the heat from the festive fire
Wave the blazing torches in the evening air
Cast each component for the charm, be clear in your intent
Make a space within the bubble before the cauldron bursts
Hasten before you hear the hammer raise a summer storm
Perform your art, respect the craft, then watch the mountain move
Open wide the coven doors, for there’s a point to prove
Wind the spiral in and out, smile and lift the shroud
Beware the marshland morning mist when you tread the mystic maze
Take your lantern to the labyrinth, listen for the legend’s life
Gwyn ap Nudd is king tonight, Rhiannon rides between the worlds
Make a tryst, if you so wish, with the extended hand
Take the lifeline of the night-time, draw power from the moon
Yes, burn the betony, bump start the broom !
© David Hopcroft January 2002
A poem from my past.