On a Strawberry Moon
A June moon,
full, fat, bright,
teasing me in a striptease
to the stars.
A honey moon,
thick with mead and strawberry.
I sang
dragon songs
to raven trees
as blood clouds
lit up the sky.
Innocence played in the grove
amongst the rhododendrons,
reaching up the red bark
of giant redwoods,
climbing holly trees
and chasing globes
of setting sunlight
as they danced
through the green glade.
Fox gloves off,
my log clamped
firmly under arm,
I gathered elder flowers
to make fresh summer tea
and drink the full moon in.
Down by the
temple to Epona,
a great egret started
as I crossed the bridge,
white wings gliding
over the soft sounds of
Meanna who sang
her water words of joy
towards Mid-Summer.
As a bat circled overhead,
the moon now bared all,
titillatingly naked,
the lusty lady of the Downs
ready for her honey
moon mead to
wet the flesh
of lovers
as they sank
into the long, damp grass
of June.
SCM 2019