On Beltane Eve

Wayward! Wayward? That’s what they said.
Wayward, because I wouldn’t follow where they led.
Wayward, because I took a different route.
Wayward, as if I were a woodland brute.
Wayward, because I walked a different way.
Wayward! And now I wait for break of day
When the black-hooded man must come for me.
But better hanged than burned in their god-spelled glee.
Wayward, I celebrate the birth of Earth again
On this today, the Eve of Beltane

77 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Wayward

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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14 Responses to On Beltane Eve

  1. Chel Owens says:

    I can picture a bard and lute chanting this poem.

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  2. Ah! Lovely! And … how interesting that mine went a sort of similar way. That wayward thing is not a negative to some of us, eh? 😉

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  3. Sadje says:

    Great writing Crispina

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  4. Dale says:

    Wonderful!

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  5. I love it when you write these ‘folk’ type poems and stories Crispina, you’re very good at them.

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