The Lord of Beltane’s Wife
Summer begins its slow unfurling.
I move through festival fires
where grey cats roam.
Step daintily over spring bounties
gently closing petals.
Golden eyes glint in flames’ hungry light.
The warlock chants his spells
to an unseen moon. Baptises followers
with silver water. Hands link, cloaks flare.
Bare feet dance over dew-soft grass.
My Lord of Beltane is greeted, homage paid,
and I am in his shadow.
Acolytes sip summer wine, sigh with joy
at winters’ passing. I roam the edge,
neither in nor out. Unseen, unnoticed.
His is the glory tonight. His rule they crave.
Yet without me he is anchorless.
Would never flare as bright.
I am a watcher keeping time.
The rhythm of seasons beats in my blood.
My steps leave summer blooms at my passing
and I am the staff upon which he leans.
Miki Byrne has written three poetry collections, had work included in over 160 poetry magazines and anthologies, and won a few poetry competitions. She has read on both Radio and TV, judged poetry competitions, and was a finalist for Poet Laureate of Gloucestershire. She is active on the spoken word scene in Cheltenham, and began performing her poems in a bikers club in Birmingham. Miki is disabled and lives near Tewkesbury, Gloucestershire, UK.