Midsummer Magick
As the longest day of Summer fades into memory,
So comes that shortest and blessed night.
At the witching hour, as the bell chimes longest, we call,
Midsummer magick come alive!
We've spent the warm day in forest and meadow,
Gathered our John's Wort, vervain and rue,
Plucked trefoil and roses too, and seeds of fern.
Midsummer magick come alive!
Then we crush the seeds with herb and flower,
Blandan well wax from the bee and tallow fat.
Dancing, we chant the great charme of power,
Midsummer magick come alive!
Into the woods we once again travel,
A pinch of rue, not forgotten, in our pockets.
With magick fat we anoint our eyes, our legs and bellies.
Midsummer magick come alive!
We languidly lay beneath the willow's branches,
With a glimpse of dreams and instructing visions,
Until...
There before us, the Horde rides and sways,
Midsummer magick has come alive!
~ E A Kaufman ~
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