Fires of Love
Mood: pissed (in the British sense)
Listening to: The Pogues
Today, May 1st, is one of the greayest festivals of the year for followers of the Tuatha de Danaans, so of course we are all totally off our divine faces on the rare ould stuff and not fit to write any sort of entry.
You might like to teleport (its a god thing) over to Authors Den and check out Fires of Love, Ian Thorpes wonderful Beltane poem with a full write up on the significance of the festival and its purification and fertility rites.
Fires of Love at Authors Den

Oh Shining Star, ascendant in my evening sky,
beyond my farthest reach, too high, too high.
The brightness of your light bedazzled me,
awakening dreams that could never be.