Shall this be my favourite hour
to leap across the Beltane fire,
a dancing May Queen
crowned in lily-of-the-valley,
circling with soul and song.
As light shines in every heart,
all things seem possible
in the merry month of May.
for Elaine and Vic
Sitting on a fallen tree,
two hearts of gold smile at me
and all the world becomes a song,
as love and bird sing all day long.
Hush listen to their hearts a-flutter,
as memory moves to early summer
where May recalls her happy hour,
a dance amid pale yellow flowers!
And as I spy behind the oak
a pen falls from my poet’s cloak,
for never have I seen such love
that sits beside the tall foxglove!
And a voice spoke to me,
“the alphabet will be your lodestar”
and I woke from the dream enraged!
Why do his letters get to be so important?
Why can’t I paint or play music,
why can’t I sculpt clay or knit?
Why do those 26 letters
have to be my guiding star?
“Well,” said the soul,
“you can either come to them
squealing like a noisy pig,
or you can come to them with grace.”
I walk towards the town,
following the path ahead,
alone and in labour.
One push is all it takes
to give birth to her that day,
my planetary sized daughter
with her four peace-loving arms.
Lying strong and serene
on the fold of my dress,
there is more than a hint
of Mona Lisa in her smile.