Shrinking away
orange outlining black
the ivy of Beltane's wreath
retreats behind a log of
Solstice fire.
Shy maiden
turns from phoenix to ash.
Instantly aged.
Beltane's bride
turned crone
and creature of the underworld.
No longer competing with Persephone there,
She hides away
until it's safe
for tender new leaves to unfurl
and reveal clitoral wisdom
and once again unshroud the Mystery.
As she is remade
remaidened
rebrided
rebridled
and ridden by her beloved
in a Beltane garden
at midnight
next year.
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