Have You Seen the Jack-in-the-Green? Was HE on time for Beltane?
Posted on May 3rd, 2008
by
Dryad
Beltane Greetings
I had my May Queen almost finished when the Day of May came rolling around. It keeps right on doing that, every year when April exits, stage left. Unfortunately, it was a day that I was not jumping over any Beltane fires, even in my imagination. Then there it was the 2nd of May and I thought, “well, I missed another one.” I missed the Winter Solstice - it was the day of my surgery. I came home on Christmas eve and was so drugged I slept through most of Christmas, it seemed like it didn’t happen. I had a lay-you-flat migraine the night of the Vernal Equinox. I’m not doing real well with holidays so far this year. When I realized another one had floated by, I had a sniffly moment and remarked to myself that it hardly mattered, it wasn’t as if anyone was waiting with great anticipation for my personal Beltane Celebration.
I was wrong. When I got myself to my computer Friday Morning there was a note from Corrina (Time to Shine) telling me that she had come looking for my May Poll.
“I came looking for your be-ribboned Maypole
Round and round we go we hold each other's hands
weave our lives in a circle
our love is strong the dance goes on
our love is strong the dance goes on……. (repeat repeat repeat until all the Maypole ribbons are braided…)
xoxox
What an magnificent braiding rhyme! What an incredible gift. ‘I see you.’ ‘I remember you’ ‘I missed you.’ It meant more than I can even manage to say. Thank you Corrina for remembering and for reminding me. Beltane, like every celebration, is not about a certain day, it is about a feeling in the heart. Midway between the Vernal Equinox and the Summer Solstice, Beltane opens the door and ushers in the fullness of spring. May 1st is the beginning of another ever changing, ever returning, glorious dance of life. On May the 3rd Spring is still blooming, I didn’t miss Beltane, it has just begun. My apple tree is so beautiful it hurts the heart, pink and white and full of bees, smelling like a dream of Avalon. A very serious robin is sitting on her sky blue eggs, in a messy, but well constructed nest on my back porch. The gentleman with the red breast struts around fluffing himself and looking important until he is called upon to actually go to battle with a marauding crow, which he does with heart and valor.
It is a promise that is ever kept, a miracle that is never ending. The cold, fallow, waiting days of winter will end and life will burst forth from the earth again. Again. Ever again.
The Goddess manifests as the May Queen and Flora. The God emerges as the May King and Jack in the Green. The danced Maypole represents Their unity, with the pole itself being the God and the ribbons that encompass it, the Goddess. A beautiful symbol for a festival of flowers, fertility, sensuality, and delight. We braided the May Poll at my school when I was young. Every year we learned a new dance, a more intricate way of weaving. The little ones just skipped and kind of went in and out the windows. By the time we were in the sixth grade we were doing a complex and elaborate dance that involved spinning yourself up in your ribbon and then unspinning, fast running steps with leaps, leaning back against the ribbon to pull it taut while dancers went under and holding them loose while the other dancers jumped over the loop. It has been a lot of years since I have braided a May Poll. I would love to do it again.
My Beltane post last year told about my daughters May Day traditions. In fact, I just went and looked at it and there are both poems I intended to use with this post! Well, here they come again! I happen to like them both. You can think of it as being redundant, or you can think, that like the miracle of the earth’s turning, the poems just keep coming around just like the seasons! Maybe by next year, I’ll write a new poem!
I do have a new painting this year. My May Queen joins with The Green Man, who comes at this time as Jack-in-the-Green. They toast their union with May Wine, the blessed beginnings begin again. Ever Again. And Ever Again.
Mead made from meadows that bloom in my mind
At the top of tall mountains, whispered with wings
Where honied winds blow with sunshine entwined
And snow weeps down laughing in hundreds of springs
Witches Broom,
River Birch,
Bitter Brush
Burdock
Brew it in deep vats, seal it in sapphire
It will bloom in the darkness growing profound
Bubbling with impulse and sure to inspire
It will open vast vistas when we pass it around
Mountain Mahogany,
Lupine and Larkspur,
Chokecherry,
Currents
Of red
More than just drink, this mist of the mountain
Brings dreams that dance and transcend
Passed hand to hand, all baptized in it’s fountain
Company, fellowship, friends
Sagebrush and Blue Bells
Yarrow and Juniper
Columbine
Aspen
And
Pine
©Edwina Peterson Cross
At the top of tall mountains, whispered with wings
Where honied winds blow with sunshine entwined
And snow weeps down laughing in hundreds of springs
Witches Broom,
River Birch,
Bitter Brush
Burdock
Brew it in deep vats, seal it in sapphire
It will bloom in the darkness growing profound
Bubbling with impulse and sure to inspire
It will open vast vistas when we pass it around
Mountain Mahogany,
Lupine and Larkspur,
Chokecherry,
Currents
Of red
More than just drink, this mist of the mountain
Brings dreams that dance and transcend
Passed hand to hand, all baptized in it’s fountain
Company, fellowship, friends
Sagebrush and Blue Bells
Yarrow and Juniper
Columbine
Aspen
And
Pine
©Edwina Peterson Cross
Beltane Dance
Rowan and hawthorn blossom in twain
The oak and the ivy in trance
The May tree is decked out with ribbons
Come wreath you hair for the dance!
Tie up spring flowers in bunches
Lilacs of purple and white
To be gifted with laughter and blessings
And found with the mornings first light
Deck the doorway with Mountain Ash
Stack kindling from nine sacred trees
Bring sweetcakes, new cream and honey
The sweet dripping gift of the bees
The Greenman calls from the woodlands
The May Queen answers his song
With a cup over flowing with Maywine
Clear and renewing and strong
For the fires will blaze on the hillside
The darkness bring riches and chance
The year turns fertile and giving
Come join in the Beltane dance!
©Edwina Peterson Cross
May Queen

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