Faeriefolks at Beltane


Deep within the tangled woods,' midst the bluebell-scented air,
shadows lengthen 'neath the trees; who knows what is lurking there?

Elves and pixies, goblins, gnomes, sprites and peris, kelpies, imps
sylphs and brownies, boggarts, bogles , undines, elementals, nymphs

Faery creatures, all unseen,  gather for a night of play
far from prying human eyes in this merry month of May

Humans had their share of sport dancing round the Beltane fire
celebrating with abandon as the flames leapt ever higher

Lusty human passions sated homeward now they wend their way;
time to put this night behind them time to face another day

Now the faeries take their pleasure under cover of the night,
singing, dancing, leaping, prancing, truly an enchanting sight

Little people, tiny folk,  flying o'er the scenes below
tiny wings are all aflutter tiny faces all aglow

Wearing negligible garments,  scintillating, many-hued
sheer and light as gossamer, all with faerie dust imbued

Incandescent tiny bodies hover in the sky above
radiant rainbow-tinted auras emanate as they make love

Though no human ear can hear them tiny voices fill the dells
uttering their faerie magick, casting all their faerie spells

This is more than purely pleasure;w ith these mystical delights
faeries work to make things better, putting all the world to rights

There is power in their playing; life force flowing pure and strong
keeping evil at a distance; making right what we make wrong

You shall never see them work unless your heart is truly pure
and your mind is truly open and your nature is demure

You must have a sense of wonder, innocence, naivety
and a special inborn gift; a kind of sensitivity

Babes and children sometimes see them,
old folk, too, when life grows short
but for most folk they are hidden;
merely a delightful thought.



©Christine Stromberg
May2002