Bealtaine Rune

Our bard has once again taken it upon himself to rewrite the Witches' Rune (oh the blasphemy for the dogmatically impaired.) I hope you like it. Use it in your ritual if you like. What he's wriiten really does capture the spirit of Beltane in 28 lines.

Bealtaine Rune

A Maying, a Maying we come between April and June.
Hearken unto the Bealtaine Rune.
East then South, West then North,
Dance about the Maypole then sally forth!

A nutting, a nutting we will go,
from sunset ‘till Beltane morn’s first glow.
We’ll look for nuts ‘neath streamers of the Maypole.
If we can’t find any, off to the greenwood we’ll go.

Out of sight, we’ll pick flowers by the dim light.
Don’t look for us; we’ll be out all night.
We’ll gather hawthorn and alder decorated with balls bright,
Twined like lovers laying the night’s delights.

It’s so very dark here in the greenwoods.

We might meet Little John Maid Marian, or Robin Hod.

Come harvest will be a new crop to remember this May Eve:

Hodsons, Robinsons, Johnsons more than you might believe.

Horned hunter of the night,
with the Goddess by his side,
Embrace and smile to see such a sight,

Couples everywhere beyond the balefire’s light.

Back to the fire for one last run.

Bid farewell to the Goddess and the Horned One.

By the power of the Moon and Sun,

Jump the flame for luck and because it’s fun.

By the morning light we’ll parade our charade.
With woven boughs and garlands we made,
We’ll leave flowers and nuts in each doorway,
As a pretense for spending May Eve in the glade.