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May days

may_elegy_poem“And after April, when May follows,
And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows!”

And after May..but I wish for a never after
holding fast as Faust to a month’s moments
when the lanes foam at the mouth with birdsong
frothing with petal and wild chervil

a volcanic eruption of aqua vitae comes
pouring into every pore of the earth
in a rush of landscaping that readily spreads
like the ingénue’s awkward blush

it is  green loitering on the brink of solstice
not tenderfoot nor mature and motherly shade
but really there are no words this side of purple
or around the maypole tangles of hyperbole

call me wilfully melancholy if you will
but even when the budding month is set to swell
then bursts with a boisterous cannonade of may days
I flag the voyaging vessel with signals of distress

June comes now spring-heeled and hot on the scent
of an all too soon consumed summer but like Arachne
we must spin in synchrony with time and motion
or forfeit the chance of heaven

*prompted by Browning’s “Home-thoughts, from abroad
and joining with other versifiers at Poetry Pantry

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one blog for playing with photography @ eljaygee and the other with a weakness for words @ Tell Tale Therapy

26 thoughts on “May days

  1. This dance between feelings and seasons echoes what stirs inside my own bones… the sense that today and tomorrow merge without truly telling us if what’s happening is a good things.

  2. May is my month and I hate to see the back of it….I adore how you describe the change in the landscape with greens and florals spreading ‘like the ingénue’s awkward blush. But yes alas we must move on to June and summer! Always a pleasure spinning with your words Laura….

  3. Oh, I absolutely love this! So deliciously Springy. (And I have great respect for the Weaver, Arachne.)

  4. That bubbling water quenching the ground seems like a release in many ways – i can’t claim to understand all the literary references but you have brewed a fine mix of feeling, words and thoughts which is as ever very unique

    1. respect your honesty Jae Rose and I like your idea of May quenching the earth even though winter is a wet season
      with your skills I’m surprised there is not more of the classics in your imaginative poetry – what would Alice think?

  5. I agree. There is sadness in the passing of May…which is such a refreshing and greening month. But then again there is the beauty that is June. I think we have to find the beauty in each month as they move on, but sigh…it IS hard to say good-bye to May nonetheless.

  6. Hyberbole, synchrony, cannonade—what a delight it is to see “big” words incorporated into a poem!

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