Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Online Beltane Green Festival!
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Beltane Blogging
I noticed that I don’t tend to blog about Beltane?
I was puzzled by this as I always celebrate Beltane. Some years that’s a full blown ritual. Some years it’s quiet contemplation. The year Pagan Portals: Celtic Witchcraft was released, I took the hopes and wishes of those from my book launch and performed magic to help those dreams come true, using the energy from Beltane fires.
So why, when I look back on my previous writing, is there a conspicuous gap in May?
Maybe it’s because I’m so busy doing, I forget to record and share my experiences. This is a good thing, I suppose. It’s good to realise I’m walking the walk, as well as talking the talk! It’s made me realise, though, that there’s so much more I could be sharing with you, the faithful follower.
This could be my resolution for the best turn of the wheel: to share more of what I do, rather than just what I think about. This Beltane I am:
Cleaning altars and refreshing sacred spaces.
Having a quiet, personal ritual.
Talking sustainability at the Pagan Federation Online Beltane Green Festival.
Spending time in nature with my tribe.
Writing.
How do you spend your Beltane? What would you like to know about Beltane?
The Eildon Tree
My May Day poem on the Moon Books Blog:
NaPoWriMo Day 21: Angry
Don’t be late
Tie your shoes
Shut the gate
Please don’t lose
Keys again
It’s the end
Help your mum
Help your friend
Shut your mouth
Now speak up
Louder please
Fill your cup
Homework done?
Pens in pot
Eat that dinner
While it’s hot
Cool your temper
Cool your beans
Who knows what
That even means
So much conflict
Such demand
Emotions fraying
Out of hand
Is it any wonder
You get angry
Is it any wonder
You fight back
Good for you.
And long may
It continue.
NaPoWriMo Day 20: A Fresh Look
I never realised
How other people see you
So kind
So warm
So thoughtful
I need to slip
Behind their eyes
And look at you
Afresh.
NaPoWriMo Day 19: Opportunity
See a door closing
Thrust your toe, jam it open;
Crow bar it wider.
NaPoWriMo Day 18: No Real Use
No real use for these
He sighs
And plucks the flower
Now endangered
But because his land
Is full of them
He won’t believe
It’s true
A weed to him
Plant based vermin
Taking over
Invasive
He is unwilling to see
He is lucky
To have these rare
And valued blooms
Gentle white petals
Wilt and fade
As he muses there is no real
Use for these.
NaPoWriMo Day 17: Bean Bags?
Is it a bag of beans?
Who decided that
Tiny polystyrene beads
Were actually beans?
Are they named for dried beans?
Fresh beans?
Baked beans?
I don’t understand.
And why is it a bag?
It’s a seat.
A pouffe.
A tuffet, perhaps.
A stool, at a stretch.
But a bag?
Nothing is stored
Or carried,
Except its own beans.
Am I a meat bag?
Is the sofa a wood bag
Stuffing bag
Cloth bag
Spring bag
Bean bag?
I guess, to be fair
Polystyrene bead filled lump
Just doesn’t have the same
Ring.
NaPoWriMo Day 16: Hamsters
(Prompt from eight-year-Old Nathan)
They’re funny, they’re furry
They look so sweet
But once they see fingers
It’s time to eat
Hamsters are cute
Hamsters are small
They adore that wheel
And the weird rolling ball
But their little black eyes
Are watching you sleep
Creepy…
NaPoWriMo Day 15: Old Creaker
Creaking like a ship at sea
Sails rattling and flapping
Snapping in a stiff
Ocean breeze
Salt in the wounds
Groaning, moaning,
Straining to rise
Rise above the decks
Like a looming wave;
I only trickle gently
Towards the final shore.
