BRUGMANSIA OF VENUS OR THE UNDERSKIRT OF THE LADY OF WILD BERRIES

Icconna

Idunna

Maeve
Maia
Lady of Almurtão
The cunt’s a web, a life web
Loiminna, Luminous
Now a Woman, once a Girl
Embracing the waters of transformation
In her body’s trance
In the bloomful Myrtle
In the phallus, erect and resurrected
Green man’s green Life
Emerging from the pure Earth
With all greenery
Seed semen spread
The continuing
Sap offerings from body to sacred ground A fire that returns unfading
Idunna of Spring

Green Maia that warms us
Full bloom May lifts us in lust
Lower tension, higher passion
Given to the forces of fire, earth, water
To honour the flame of creation
The spark of life
Sweet petals
Myrtle, Almurtão [Myrtle field]

I drink your perfume,
your ancestral potion
Heart, vision, vulva opened
Volva flying North to South
Infinite Portal
Of transmutation

For Earth, there’s only
the loyalty of presence as a gift
Of Love in the face of loss
Sowing hope
Maeve of May’s eve
Soft petals from keen lips
Stripping the veil by the fires
If naked we’re born
Naked we’re whole.

Face of doe, face of deer
We’re animals,
among equals
In the infinite world.

Only they who are equal are respectful
Only in reverence are we blessed.
Ochre, amber, musk.
It’s time, now.
Epona
Mare
Ebora.

May the wild ride of life
Complete the wild ride of the outset

In a never ending cycle
That only in earth body Love
Can be weaved
So the Spirit manifests
Singing, guiding, praying.

Almurtão
Almurtão
They are pagan who offer their hearts to the holy ground.
The wheel on the Watermill has turned,

Lady has gone up the mountain
Her golden breasts
Pollen and sun.
Lark and nightingale sing.

There are days with rain,
There are days with Sunshine,
To wash and dry my sheet.

On days of struggle
On nights of passion
To keep the flame
Of devotion’s source.

It is a labour
It is a calling
And howled moans
In the silence of the wind.

Come May
In your wholeness
Bring the thunderstorm

Come Lady Barbara
With cup and sword.

Guarding the mystery
the exultation
of the blessed night

Before the stars
Sacred Passion
Pouring over the earth.

Light the flame
Of the inner altar.
No other fire
But that of Love.

Beltane, May
Is devotion
Supreme priesthood
To unbridled truth.

Poem Iris Lican Garcia
Translation Joana Nobre
Photography Mizé Jacinto