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

Yesterday Never Dies – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 13)

The 13th (and final) Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month prompt! Can you believe it, my Wicked Luvs? I have 30 dark poem bits and about 15 full length poems to prove it. This has been such a delight. Thanks so much for taking part in this spring event. I hope to read you here next year.

On our last day of cruellest yumminess for April, we will go a little wild. Meaning that if for any reason you had to miss a prompt or three, today you get the chance to go back and revisit. But… if like moi, you completed every prompt, then you can travel back to last year, and choose a prompt from NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015. If you completed those too, there is still another choice (it’s the one I picked), write your poem based on the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ April 30th prompt: Poetizing the Maypole (which I’m hosting *cough, cough, cough*).

Today’s Prompt – Write a poem inspired by a prompt you missed this year… or a prompt from NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015… or by The Garden’s prompt: Poetizing the Maypole.

Link Instructions – Leave the link to your poem as a comment in this format: “She Wasn’t a Creature of this World” –

Please, take the time to visit other Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month participants.
Let them know what you find particularly delightful about their poetic yum.
♥ I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as I did, my Wicked Luvs ♥

Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016

Madness, Darkness and Carved Lies

The cruellest month is nearing its end… only a couple of bites left. I’ve been having all sorts of fun poetizing our April dearest. Have you been delighting in poetry? I hope so, for having fun with words is pure yum for the soul. Below are 5 of the 28 Dark Poem Bits I have shared on Instagram and Facebook in April. I am adding this post to Open Link Night at dVerse. Go ahead, my Wicked Luvs, pick a favorite… tell me what you like about it… and I’ll expand the bit most liked in the weeks to come. Yes, April, you don’t get all the yum. May must get some, too.

“Madness and Moonless Nights”
Madness and moonless nights are kissing
cousins. Yes, she has tasted them both…
but, in the dark, she can’t tell whose lips
are driving the mind out of her skull.
1. Madness and Moonless Nights
– inspired by a quote provided by Sanaa Rizvi. Go HERE to read the quote.

“Carved Lies”
Your kisses carved lies
all over my backbone.
I defleshed my spine,
rubbed it on dirt to forget.
But bones have strong memories,
and soil always remembers
the salt of tears and hurt.
2. Carved Lies
– inspired by an AlmaMia Cienfuegos quote provided by moi. Go HERE to read the quote.

Bite me, and I will
bite back. And remember,
betrayed teeth cut equally
through old friends
and new foes.
3. Bite Me
– inspired by a Jake Roberts quote provided by moi. Go HERE to read the quote.

“Darkness Builds”
Darkness builds her home
in wood, mortar and stone.
She digs her nails deeper
with the setting of the sun.
In the brightest human souls,
Darkness finds a catacomb.
4. Darkness Builds
– inspired by a Stephen King quote provided by Denise Scoville. Go HERE to read the quote.

all muck dwellers squeal,
when the heavens weep hot oil
down storm drain cities
5. Squeal
– inspired by a quote provided by Debra, She Who Seeks. Go HERE to read the quote.

One more thing, everyone needs something bright, surreal and wild in their home garden. If you’ve yet to do so, go ahead and enter my current giveaway. See if These Roots Were Made for Walking home to you. Something tells me that they probably were. I mean, look at those blooms. 😉
These Roots Were Made for Walking, a Giveaway