BELTANE fire festival

Alabaster limbs jerk in manic dance.
Shadow lurkers, back into their burrows.
Miniature figures ebb and flow against 
Giant wooden fire stacks while this
Land dreams of future factories and smog.

Fires greedily climb the sky  
Lit up bright a faux dawn.
Smoke, thick and acrid 
Flames, napped flint sharp.
But vernal night still carries chill as
Herdsmen drive through smoke,
And bovid blood is cleansed.

Spring sits well with summer promise
Flora and Fauna, slave caged in winter
Now gambol young and playful, again 
Woollen stories in Albion's pastoral idyll.
 
Cleansed from winters iron
To stretch and love in May time 
Summer children arms full of white blossom 
Backstroking through their verdant life.

©️ david/dai fry 9th September 2019.