From Blessed Womb and Serpent’s Seed

From Blessed Womb and Serpent’s Seed
A Summer Solstice Poem
By Muninn’s Kiss

Summer’s heat has come again,
And with it a growing womb.
The union formed of May’s young flowers,
Begins to start to show.
The risen lord’s seed runs strong,
The laughing queen was ripe.
In summer’s heat, her sweat is sweat,
The warmth that forms within.
She smiles sweetly in Solstice sun,
Spring’s rain fades away.
The white veil gone, her golden hair,
Darkens to chestnut brown.
New moon’s time, a darkened moon,
A bonfire burning high.
The dancers dance, round and round,
A fever burning high.
The Horned King sits close by her side,
His smile as big as hers.
The summer sun it rises bright,
Round like her growing womb.
The moon moves on and starts to grow,
Just like her unborn Child.
Summer’s heat has come again,
And with it a growing womb.
The womb will grow to harvest time,
The Child that will be born.
From blessed womb and serpent’s seed,
The Mother of all life.