May is the languor
following April’s cruelties,
yielding up the flowers
Constance Chatterley
wove around the base
of the maypole
that drew her dancing feet.
May lends itself well
to dancing feet
sustaining bodies
willing to fall
into the rhythms
dictated by the ancient dance
around the maypole.
Our gyrations
are limited only
by lengths of silken ribbons
as we wind in and out.
Until at last we are spent,
my voice just a whisper,
as I rest besides you
sighing your name.
Summer Sunflower by Christine Greenwood Strieb.
Original art at her Etsy store, Dragonfeather Art Work.
This poem was inspired by the prompt given by Magaly Guerrero for Dark Poetry for the Cruelest Month: Yesterday Never Dies, which told me to look at the prompt given over at Imaginary Gardens for Real Toads: Poetizing the Maypole.
The flush of freedom and happy smiles...a very beautiful image you have painted XXX
ReplyDeleteThanks Gina!
DeleteUntil at last we are spent,
ReplyDeletemy voice just a whisper,
as I rest besides you
sighing your name.
Such a gorgeous close..!! Love this :D
And a close it is...whew! What a month!
DeleteA romantic connection with an old tradition.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gemma
DeleteThis is beautiful Rommy! "Our gyrations are limited only..." Lends to vivid and delightful imagination.😊
ReplyDeleteThose with more vivid imaginations certainly have quite a bit to work with here. :D
DeleteThis has such a Victorian feel to it, proper with a hint of naughty at the end. Lovely, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely a naughty end is desired :D
DeleteOh, lovely! I did like the Lady Chatterley reference, too, remembering those garlands.
ReplyDeleteYay! I was hoping someone remembered the reference. I remember how vividly that passage struck me when I read it.
DeleteWooooo! *fanning self*
ReplyDeleteI may have fanned myself after I finished it. :D
DeleteI shall grin at that last stanza for days. You wicked woman, you. And yes, what Debra said too! ;-D
ReplyDelete*snicker* Wicked is what I was shooting for.
DeleteThe magic of May and spring, of change and love... yes that's exactly why we love the maypole and what it bring.
ReplyDeleteMay has its own sort of magic.
DeleteVery lovely.
ReplyDeleteThanks! :)
DeleteBeautiful poem! For me, this line:
ReplyDelete"rhythms
dictated by the ancient dance" and your closing with "sighing your name" love those details as well.
Glad you enjoyed it. :)
DeleteThis is lovely and romantic, fitting for the day,,,
ReplyDeleteThanks Ellecee!
DeleteAh, sweet and sensual poem. k.
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it!
DeleteThere is such a sense of freedom in this...dance until you're breathless.
ReplyDeleteExpending all that energy does leave a body short of breath.
DeleteGorgeous, silken, dancing.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteLOVE this:
ReplyDeleteMay lends itself well
to dancing feet
Glad you enjoyed it!
Deleteluv the last stanza and your sensuous ending
ReplyDeletemine is HERE
much love...
Thanks!
DeleteWonderful poem, loved the ending imagery created...I think the temperature just went up in here from reading it. :)
ReplyDeleteLOL, mischief managed!
DeleteThis sounds like you've done May Pole dances, Roomy. I hadn't realized it would make a person tired. Our school May Pole dancing was fun but the teacher who called it couldn't make it work very good.
ReplyDelete..
I've danced a few times at a couple of different fairs.
DeleteNaughty, and beautiful! Love Rommy! Happy May!
ReplyDeleteLOL, excellent! Thanks!
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