Owen's Song: The Consummation

“A maid, arrayed in maiden’s garb, rode out upon the more.
A maid rode out on fleet grey mare, past castle and cottage pore.

She sought the height and heart of the grove, the cover of the pines;
For on her heel, her husband came, but a husband in his own time.

She guiled him there with her innocent talk, with her young, inexperienced face;
But he stoutened his heart, and swore that the planting would occur in his own time and place.

She prayed to the trees in her spirit voice, begging for help as of old.
They answered her back, bringing courage and strength, and a plan for action most bold.

“I’ll show you a feat!” she exclaimed with delight, and pointed high up in the air.
“I’ll climb that tall tree, perch like a grouse, and then you may hunt if you dare!”

She Divested herself of some Earthly plumage, and let her golden hair fall.
And said “Pray lift me up to that lowest branch, for I fear that it is too tall.”

He took her in hand, tossed her high, and was presented with an aspect most pleasing;
As she pulled herself up, and wiggled her ars with a manner and grace most teasing.

She dazzled him then as she climbed the tall tree, to reach a height most prodigious.
And though she grew smaller and further away, he still found her aspect delicious!

Maid climb up,
Maid climb down,
Beguile him under the tree.

Let down your hair,
Show him your charms,
And a Maid you will no longer be!

Give her her due,
Oh give her her due,
Make a marriage bed under the trees.
Lay her down,
kiss her well,
and she’ll bring you down on your knees.

She slid her way down, fell into his arms, and tempted him good and true.
But he kissed her once, then let her go, and no more would he do.

“I will wait,” she said to herself, confident in her charms.
“For once he has tasted my fulsome fruits, he’ll be a prisoner in my arms.”

And when it came time and he’d made up his mind, he wooed her beneath the pines.
With honeyed lips and practiced hands, he took her in his own time.

He tasted her fruits, spread her petals, inhaled the scent of her leaves.
And with wild joy, she opened her limbs and hungrily welcomed his seed.

Maid climb up,
Maid climb down,
Beguile him under the tree.
Let down your hair,
Show him your charms,
And a Maid you will no longer be!

Give her her due,
Oh give her her due,
Make a marriage bed under the trees.
Lay her down,
kiss her well,
and she’ll bring you down on your knees.”