Oh Belatane Comes Poem by John Duffy

Oh Blessed Beltane
Oh blessed be

Tonight the Queen of the Fairies

Áine

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all who wish to follow her

In her white suit of armour

To Faeryland

The Fairy Queen who comes

Rides in front for all the anointed to see

Gowned in green silk and a halo of light

Eyes a glow like woodland groves

Where no one only kin

Dare follow for only they know

So if you see or feel a gust of wind and hear the golden bells ring

Which hang from the black leather harnesses of the Fairy Queen's steed

As they joyously sing

It might be best to lay in the woodland hides

And you she may pass

Or you could follow
As she rides

For the Fairy Folks on Beltane

Tonight they raid

For here comes the Wild Riders from the across the Shee

So light up all the yellow hay
Like beacons on Bridles Way

And ring those golden bells

To guide the Named few to cross the Fairy folks fells

In this year

Let the Beltane fires burn and the Maypole dances come alive

So many can sing dance and pray

Until the dawn cockerel screams

To break her Beltane spell

As Summer announces the start of a new day

Copyright John Duffy