Maypole in Bloom

When May comes, with Beltane’s heat wrapped around her hips, I weave primavera ribbons into every dark. My all—flesh, bone, the womanliest curves of my soul—taste the silk flirting inside my heart… curling towards my thighs… kissing the soil that dances with the bottoms of my feet.

The taps and twists of my soles chant a song of getting and of giving, of sex and heart creating ecstasy, of quickening flesh and dirt, of enticing the Maypole to please Nature’s need of rebirth.

Come for me, May, dance my will wild. Let me love you for multiple whiles… touch me with what Spring hides from Summer, wear me out until my Fall daydreams of slipping into Winter.

the Maypole in bloom,
spring teasing out desires
from all living things

wee notes
Beltane: the anglicized name for the Gaelic May Day festival, most commonly held on May 1st, or about halfway between the spring equinox and the summer solstice.
Primavera: the Spanish word for spring.

written for Yesterday Never Dies – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 13)
I chose the 30th April prompt, at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:
Poetizing the Maypole

Maypole in Bloom

51 thoughts on “Maypole in Bloom

    • I know a few people who suffer of spring depression, but theirs occur in winter (and stops in spring). Is yours the other way around? Feel free not to answer this, if it’s too personal. I can often be too curious. ♥

  1. I love how free and unabashed the tone is. It has the wonderful feel of a celebration or a festival day. And your art work with free bonus words is just perfect.

  2. I do think that maypole has all to do with sex and seduction… fertility and change… and your haibun really reflect how spring and summer do increase our lust of living.

  3. Thank you for this neat prompt. I always like seeing/reading the promptor’ swork, how it was handled. Very good, well composed and sensuous, Magaly. If I’d have had my kiddie filter on it may have tripped.
    It turned out that my six-year-old granddaughter wanted to see your poem. She knew that you had given the prompt from last evening when I wrote the first two verses. We then discussed Maypoles and one room schools. This morning she wanted to see your picture and we talked while I was finding your profile. She likes NYC where I tld her you were, but not nearly as well as Paris, London, or Nice(her favorite, on the beach).
    We read it together, as she tends to skip big words she doesn’t know. The first was ‘Beltane’ so as I highlighted it for definition I mentioned it could be a fictional character like a god or goddess. When I saw it then I recalled that I had read of it earlier possibly being the Celtic beginning of May Day. We both skipped then when we hit the erotic words. Mostly she is into shorter poems, just a bit advanced from nursery rhymes. They have started writing poems in her first grade class

    • I think it’s lovely that you read poetry with your granddaughter, Jim. I’m also glad you are cautious, since she’s so young and most of the topics poetized at The Garden are meant for older eyes. It might be a good idea to read it before she actually does.

  4. Oh yes … you nailed the luxurious sexual heat of the May-queen, the gorgeous dance of procreation. It’s just what we need to wake from winter.

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