Bealtainne Poem
I wrote this quite a few years ago. It's my love song to Herne and my soulmate, who profoundly embodies Herne.
Song to Herne
I went a-walkin’ through the woods
one misty Summer morn
to hear the sounds of rustling leaves
that Autumn’s trees had shorn.
I went a-searchin’ down a path
concealed by moss and fern
for Him who would my lover be ~
the gentle hunter Herne.
I looked beyond the shady grove,
beyond the thicket green,
across the dewy meadow bright,
the crystal river clean.
I trod in silence by the willow,
standing sad and stern,
to find the Stag King’s castle
and the gentle hunter Herne.
I chanced upon a village
in the forest I did roam,
and I found a happy people
keeping happy little homes.
And in the eye of every man
I saw His spirit burn,
and I knew within their hearts
there dwelt the gentle hunter Herne.
At length I found His castle
in a ring of standing stones,
and I heard His voice calling forth
in mystic primal tones.
Within the halls I followed deer
who led me to His door
and, when I looked upon the God,
I’d seen His face before!
‘Twas the visage of my one true love
my spirit had discerned.
Forever had I loved this man,
this gentle hunter Herne.