Crag_Du Poem by Josephine Dunn

And as the season of Beltane
Drew to a close,
There came unto the Priestess
A noble beardless youth
Scarred in battle
And seeking succor.

The mark of the badger
Is high upon his chest
And below it her cub
Suckles at his right breast.

He is ringed like a bull
Asking to be led.
The temples are shaved
At the sides of his head

A vow makes it so,
Lest you question this lack,
Yet his hair hangs thick
With plaits at the back.

A sword with no point
Runs the length of his spine
Rising up from his name
Which is older than mine.

By the torc of Cernunnos
His seed is constrained
She will teach him to use it
Without being drained.

She will soothe him with wisdom
And guide him with love
And mend all his hurts
With help from above.

She will polish his chalice
And nurture his fire
Restore his lost spirit
And kindle desire.

She will ride the wild stallion
And draw forth his power
Through the eye of his member
At the prophesied hour.

July 2004