The invitation read:
“What’s up May Day witches! You know I love a good theme.
Tomorrow night we celebrate the eve of May Day...there is a lot of beautiful and ancient poetry and tradition around this holiday...the first day of summer, fertility, youth, sexuality, sunshine! Thanks for coming over and celebrating with me!
Wickerman 1973 is going to be fun!!!!
To make the experience even more enchanting I recommend rubbing perfume or an essential oil of your choice or even the petals of a rose between your bosom and thanking the gods for your health, youth and beauty!
Decorate yourself in the cloths and jewels that make you feel like your most May Queen self!
Bring with you a nectar of your choosing to share.
I will light the candles, prepare the snacks, and I can’t wait to see you!
Natasha”
The poem I wrote the next day:
On the feast of Saint Walpurga we gathered in our wedding dresses
We ate the olives and the grapes leaves
The cucumbers and the holy bread
The parsley and the yogurt and the poetry
Our hairs flowed down like flocks of goats
Our thighs curved like ornaments
Our breasts like eight fawns
Our eyes eight doves
Our twenty fingers held the knife that cut through our cake of cardamom
After the flame was lit
By the body of a beetle
inside the petals of a rose
Surrounded by Frankincense and myrrh
With a pinch of salt and a vile of bitter seed we blessed ourselves with anointing oils and laughed.
In-between sips of wormwood and pomegranates and the notes of an Oud
We watched the willow dance naked at our door.
