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.
There she stands, In the midst of Space, God Herself is here. Great Mother of all, The sacred Womb, From whom we all have come. Robes of Darkness, Deepest Night, All stars shine from it. A thousand suns, A million lights, Upon Her sacred skirts. In Her Pleasure, Life conceived, A child is born today. A baby girl, A wild one, Young Nimue coming forth. In the midst, Of darkest Night, A little girl comes forth. Nimue’s seen, Beneath the skirts, Peaking out at us. Slowly stepping, Out to us, From her Mother’s sacred skirts.